When in the evening I feel alone,
I sing to myself your song,
And feel your presence in my heart,
As if you are singing along.
Then I feel like a lotus flower
That closes itself with a sigh,
Or like a lonely teardrop
That trembles on the brink of the eye.
I know not whose sorrow is contained
In your song, yet I sing,
And see you in my mind's eye,
Consoling some unknown sad being.
Now only a tomb is your address,
Yet people search for you for some solace.
I the crazy Rock Vagrant since then my mind, left me alone Oh dear kind, Then rock became my heart, Sometimes leak tear drops, I Hear echoes of your name, in soul and volume of sky, Useless find shutting ears, Throbbing of heart I bear, Many poem I wrote for you, Not as love but never I knew, Yes I'm crazy vagrant rock, Only clouds dash my head, Chandrakant G+ friend lyricinlife.blogspot.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm screaming from your heart still you are not alert I formed in the shape of you continued chanting you I respire on you smile and goes in coma on your cries you are my part or I'm yours never could find what sure Oh my Baby please don't hate me I the love tears in thee You know who am I but why not tries me the guy