Bless me the way you used to before
Guide me, hold your hands in mine
I'd still give a knock at your lifeless door
hoping to see again, my guru divine
sitting near your grave i think
what for the world could you be?
maybe you would still remain 'some guru'
but all the difference to me.......
Miss u......sir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, that was touching. Felt it. Thank you.