My mind has nothing
But some old memories
Each one having its own color and fragrance
My lonely eyes dream
I try to put together some thoughts
I look for nothing
But a solitary desire
I nurtured it the most
A figment of my imagination, is it?
It’s your thought
Your reflection all around me
The craving, the need or a desire
To have you with me
Forever.
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful poem Full of feelings Very deep