When my calls ended up as missed calls..
When my messages were unanswered
When my presence was no more required
I realised my love became your burden
I shrank to my own cocoon I carved
Not to hurt you by my love or my care
In my list of stories strange, you took a place
And my life moved on to find a better space
But you remain a secret pain I endure
And live in my thoughts as the sweet tune
I hum, when I stride my way back home alone
Needless to say I miss your smile
I see your picture, my eyes are wet
My heart aches, I desire to see you
One more time and one last time
But know I can't..let you be my secret pain..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem