My cheeks
Show me the place
Where I face not
Same dilemma and confusion
Of finding you in delicate relation
Birds remind
And so does wind
The gentle air touches my cheeks
And sometimes stick
I find you nowhere
And develop fear
But you are near
I simple whisper
Come, come o, dear
Or else tear
May rush on my beautiful face
People may think about it otherwise
I find flowers beautiful
But do not appeal
I go down with lot more concern
But you never turn
Just say few words
As if blessed by lord
Assure me that you shall stand by
And fly me away
Just say few words As if blessed by lord Assure me that you shall stand by And fly me away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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