On one of your perfect winter mornings
I dragged my steps away from your door
Couple of unanswered wishes hanging loosely from my pocket
I was walking down with an uneasy air
It was filled with our memories and last drops of your tears waiting to evaporate.
The farther I went closer I reached the gate that opened nowhere
With unwelcomed written everywhere
Are you all that I need?
Or I am just a wanderer trapped in threads of emotions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem