My eyes looked out for you,
I could see everything but not you.
When my soul thirst,
Its only you and nothing else I see.
When it rains upon me,
You cant see my tears,
There is a heart which is a hot desert,
Where its only my tears that rains.
My hands try to reach out to you,
And you walk away, leaving me behind,
When your hands try to reach me,
Iam sure that I wont live that moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Realistic n indeed expressive.regards