Lovely as the rising waves might be,
I am restless when it ebbs, our bond.
For all my love for the ever-changing sea,
Sometimes I crave for a listless pond.
One step forward, and two backwards,
I've understood your pattern now, after long.
For all my love for circular conversations,
Sometimes I crave for a hummable song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poems you are written.