She smiled, I smiled.
She stopped, I noticed.
Her soul started crying, My eyes started crying.
Two tear-drops followed her cheeks, My heart's soul longed for her.
She wanted my hug and elevated two hands, I wrapped her in my arms.
She felt full; sounded not, I kissed on her open eyes and
her eyes got closed.
I pulled her cheeks adorably to make her smile; she smiled, I smiled.
I loosened her cheeks, she's no more - smiling, crying, wanting, or elevating - that she's no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a strange actor. Thanks, Jayanta