A second is enough to spoil some ones life,
When your life make some one sad,
Then what is the reason to survive,
Yes, that boys future is in doom and alone,
But he is wondering that shall ever could he say that girl mine,
His past is blank and future is an end,
What he would do in present it only depends, He is standing in front of her,
But for the girl the boy is worthless,
The girl did'nt want to see that boy again,
But the girl don't know the point that,
It is the heast of the boy where she stays,
When the girl had a little cut on finger,
With thousand deaths that boy lingers,
When the girl smiles whole life of the boy fills with joy,
Then also the girl did'nt know the importance of her in the life of that boy,
I did'nt need any pen to write,
Because my blood is enough to describe,
on the last line that it is the STORY OF MINE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.............