My heart is burning like a cigarette!
It burns so slowly ever,
The reason I know,
Yet I cannot cool it down whatsoever!
I cannot erase her memories,
Her touches, love and all,
From my brain,
No matter how busy I am after all!
Perhaps hearts are meant to be burnt!
This is what I have ultimately learnt!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem