The Girl Who Left Me There...
On a typical sunday evening,
I'm sitting at the riverside dreaming
With the wind in My hair
And a pain I can't bear
Of a Girl who had left Me there.
She had pitch-black hair
And her skin was fair.
Her locks were long.
Yes this beauty was rare.
This Girl had left Me there.
She walked so lightly like a feather
Her smile was divine altogether.
Her touch was soft like a new-born childs'
And oh! Her beauty made Me go wild.
But She had left Me there.
I felt no fear when she was near.
Whenever I looked, her Pearls were clear
Now I can't take more 'coz she ain't near
Oh stop this pain. I cry 'forbear'
Yes, She had left Me there.
The sun was gone and the birds were back.
This pain I fear is too much to bare.
But I'm still here 'coz I still do care
For the Girl who had left Me there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyable reading thank you