There was a time very stretched when I used to love her
Those were the painful days when I used to miss her
There used to be the uneasy night where I used to feel her
Now here came these days, where I simply forgot her...
My each and every early poem used to mention her
My every general thought were blindly near to her
My very action were angrily tasteless because of her
Now I am feeling delighted on myself, I simply forget her
Each time I tend to hate her, I used to be zero and below that
Each time I desired to have her, I used to be zero and less of that
Every moment doubtfully I used to, love her, love her and love her
It might sound comic to listen in from me, but I simply forget her..
You may get stunned while going through my expressions
You may raise much unanswerable questions concerned to her
You may too ask why I am after that writing about her?
Doesn't matter you believe me or not, I simply forget her
Wednesday, April 29,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem