She meant…… a lot me…
Though it was not meant to be…
Drizzling onto my loneliness,
drop by drop she spread her colors…
I never knew how her childish talks
made those vivid brush strokes …
gentle, elegant and mesmerizing
she had drawn all my dreams…
Oh! endearing was her innocence
weakening all my indifference….
A cautious smile, though, in her lips
lest I found her mischievous,
she fluttered in my thoughts…
and her seraphic presence
I enjoyed in silence…
for when she talks,
so sweet were her words…
I sat and listened, wondering…
Wondering how can she be real! .....
to feel all her love and care..
and yet to think im only a mortal
it felt so surreal!
Oh! she was an angel! ...
She was so charming,
My world more interesting,
Our time spend together,
Joyous and enthralling….
But I owed the time it's worth,
An old debt- not yet settled….
I had to tell her goodbye..
sans kisses and tears…
Not that I hadn't any…
But some things are never meant to be
and reasons hard to give….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem