I asked him what was the right thing to do,
To love him still or start anew,
He turned his back and went away
I knew he wouldn't, yet wished he'd stay.
I tried hard to let it go
Failed once and again and felt low
Wished he came back to me said
Love me still, for I love you and would do so till my death bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem