Just, just I felt
I ain't alone
in this friendless
world of agony
and pain.
What's the need
to touch with
hands?
I get the very
touch with my
fevered brain.
It's ill since long
and was not curable
as the story went such!
But, now I am happy
hence I end my search.
you are here
with me in long march!
ain't alone in this friendless world of agony and pain. dear poet we are with you and love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... a very nice poem... full of emotions