here she is thinking a reason to live
there you are finding no way out
here words waving on wavy ocean
there a boat is having affair
here silence is playing jazz
there sound of falling drop conscious
here a frame hanging
an old house, to be sold to traitor of soul
here you hold my hands tightly
there trip we are missing
one part is there
and both has lived
snow under heat
and rainy days together
reading is an art
so i let you to be reader
and myself a poet
by: LityMunshi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem