I woke up to a beautiful morn,
Drenched in the overnight rain,
Every leaf dripping wet,
As you used to in my love,
With or without you,
I want to live, in spite of you,
Am sad no more,
I am out of my amour.
(June 4,2006)
i read this one when you wrote it but could not bear to comment. these lines make me cry.. 'I woke up to a beautiful morn, Drenched in the overnight rain, Every leaf dripping wet, As you used to in my love....' thats poetry from the heart.. true and pure but you know what? I wish.. and pray you become ordinary once again.. no.. i dont want you to be a poet.. not like this amit.. not at this great cost...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One can hear the beats of your heart in this one.... you drench the reader with each of your words.... God Bless those souls who hurt this way!