That Last Day, i was thinking about you...Don't know why and when that happens which force me to urge my whole mighty towards you. I know its to late to say or to feel. It doesn't really matter how i am feeling right now writing this out...Hope someday i will meet you again to express myself toward you miss you.
The day before i was traveling back,
Hoping for your eudaemonia,
i was sliding back to the past...
The remembering were making me lamentable
Not because it were sad, or Happy,
But because i was missing your presence at that moment.
At that moment i was traveling toward you,
But don't know what was holding me,
May be the fear,
Or may be my teared heart....
The journey ended but i had
a no courage to see you...
No courage to meet you...
Hope one day we will be back Together...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem told from the heart. Enjoyed the read.