May be you don't know but I am alone,
You must be busy, I know but just use your phone,
A phone call will be enough for my afflicted heart,
A few balmy words to remove the poisonous dart,
This dart of loneliness has cleft my heart apart,
And it bleeds profusely seeing the faces that depart.
If I am wrong,
Then beat me like a gong,
But don't delete me from your memory like a trash song,
For I do feel alone even in the throng,
Forgive me as you have noble heart,
But never forget to give me a call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool. Sounds like RAP..
Thanks a lot.