Being hurt is better than being misunderstood,
i explained my part, cause thats all i could.
I apologised for my deeds, for my gaffe,
even after this how could you forget you are my other half?
Would a meager distance do this all to us?
that all the old-gold days will face the arquebus?
When the ends split, we cut them off and not all the hair.
Do we clean the virus or kill the software?
You were my priority, are and always will be,
the roots are potent and they will support the tree.
You are vexed, you are disappointed, i know,
yet i believe a long road we would go!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem