I wait for your call,
Tears run down my cheeks,
One more relation
In a coffin,
The feeling,
That I have lost you,
Overwhelms me
I sit on my own
Brooding
What have I done wrong?
To deserve this
I don't know,
Truly, I don't know
I still long for your call,
Seconds, hours, weeks, days and years
The wait prolongs…
And one day
I hit my grave,
Leaving you behind,
And leaving the feeling behind,
That you would call me, my love…
Nothing lasts, neither love nor life…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful dear Vinaya!