There were a hundred questions asked...
some by others...
a lot more by myself
Never have i made the right answer
Neither do i have the confidence to ever make one..
What should i do now...
should i breathe past this...
or should i cry through this...
how would i know the right answer..
when was the last time i smiled through my heart...
why was it that i smiled the last time...
hope i could reignite those little memories within me
I remain here waiting for that one moment...
bas ek pal....atha oru skhanam...
when i could re-descover myself within me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem