Treasure Island

farzana hossain


Lost


I lost everything when i lost you.
I lost my life when i lost you.
I lost my senses when I find my self in a deep misery.
I lost my pride when I lost my potency of loving you.
I never stop my self to love you.
I apart my self from your loving thought.
I lost everything when I lost you.
I am lost in my own world.
I am looking at you in my blur eyes.
I know you will come to me.
And I will get everything I wanted.
I will not lose anything because you are not lost for me.
Your sweet and tender smile gives me the pleasure of this world.
It’s a gift from heaven when I will find you in my arm
But I just lost my way to get back to you.
I lost everything when I lost you.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Edited: Saturday, December 22, 2007

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  • Shabab Hussain (12/25/2005 11:59:00 AM)

    Hi Farzana:

    Your poem is so touchy. I also lost someone and cant get her back. You spoke the words of my heart. I am so lost..... (Report) Reply

  • Lost Dream (12/15/2005 9:17:00 PM)

    hey Farzana,
    i really like your poem... reminded me of my Jaan (life) ... our arguements have made a distance! ... loving one person is hard! ... thanks for you poem: D (Report) Reply

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