why do we meet people,
when we cant walk by their side,
why do we hold them so close to our heart.
when we know with them we will part.
why do we love people,
when we cant express?
why does it happen,
that we helplessly watch our dear ones,
twist and toil in pain?
and we can do nothing, nothing, nothing!
we just stand n watch them drifting away
why does it happen?
Nice expressive sentiments, but, life is a mixture of uncertainties and mysteries beyond our own unerstanding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good expression. I want to read your new poem, Arfa.