It will not be less romantic
If it was more than magic
The night was cold
And reminded me of entire world
I was thousands of miles away
On mission that was part of way
I had to pass some of the time
The memory of some moments rushed this time
I found no one when stretched hand
You were nowhere to be found
I just slipped near
But something rushed out of fear
What will she be doing?
Will she be remembering?
What will be her mental state?
I thought of bad fate
Cold wind blew with force
I felt little remorse
Some more days, I shall find difficult
As attachment so heavily inbuilt
It will not be less romantic If it was more than magic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Karla Faye Sales Hasmukh Mehta...thank you sir..you also have wonderful lines..like it 6 hrs · Unlike · 1