He gets into his normal coffee joint,
greets the waitresses who knows him,
then goes to his favorite seat.
Silently,
He smiles to himself,
as he watches her,
Sitting alone in her normal place,
Sipping coffee.
She thinks of him too,
But little does he know it.
they both don't know about it.
Shamefully,
Both pass each other every day,
Without passing on the knowledge,
Of their inwardly turned love.
Time and time again it happens,
They regularly walk in,
sit on their favorite seats,
order their favorite drinks,
but not knowing what's on their minds,
For who has the courage to say it first,
Or do they just enjoy,
Their secret love affair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem