Not even a hand was held
In times when sorrow was felt.
Not even a touch was felt
When storms compelled.
Time constraint-
It made me faint
For it was beyond reasoning
Why it won’t permit.
Even just a single touch
It did not permit.
No pain, time admits
For it’s only I who speaks.
Time
I can’t turn back.
For if only I could
No essence would lack.
Time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the concept in here..interesting... a self contemplation about the time..10