Mere presence is enough
To let me know
She is there for me.
Sheer silence is enough
To sound me that
She relishes my presence.
Bare talks are enough
To make me know
What are unsaid.
Fear to advance is enough
for me to discern that
Her heart is at war.
We drank our juice of love
With content, without
Other’s discontent.
03.08.2004
Ha, Ha, Ha, that is old age...........Poor man cannot say I love you, because he feels he is grey haired and old and going to die and wanting a partner he feels is too immatured.......................and the poor thing is only satisfied with mere presences...........LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Ha, Ha, Ha, that is old age...........Poor man cannot say I love you, because he feels he is grey haired and old and going to die and wanting a partner he feels is too immatured.......................and the poor thing is only satisfied with mere presences...........LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Ha, Ha, Ha, that is old age...........Poor man cannot say I love you, because he feels he is grey haired and old and going to die and wanting a partner he feels is too immatured.......................and the poor thing is only satisfied with mere presences...........LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your last verse speaks volumes about love being shared in utmost heartfelt way! ! ! Thanks!