And I saw you
Your eyes
Were moist as they looked into mine.
When the sky is full, dark and grey
It supposed to rain.
But yours didn't,
Water never trickled down soft steep cheeks.
We were in class
In one desk both you and I did stand.
We were not alone
The sbject matter though.
What could I do? So
I consoled
I glued and brushed my cheek and yours.
Still I looked into those eyes
Were full of tears restrained.
Oh, Anita I don't like that look, I breathed.
I went again.
I wrapped this time your neck one arm
And sat we down.
We bended so foreheads slept on arms
On the desk,
Just like students slept in class
Shortly, I felt an arm around neck
Unexpetcedly-
Ours different, we were glued by arms.
I felt your pain you felt little
Because we shared in fifty-fifty ratio.
I felt the pain, yes.
Here the dream ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its very down to earth. Thats all and everything proves its meant for someone