come hither my love
lets hold hands one last time
before you take the final bow
and i have to let you down
now come along......
just lets hold hands
one last time before
it's all long gone'and all i have left
is your fragrance
yes....thats all i have left...
yes come along
just hold on...
to this wrinkled palm which
youve loved so long
and loved so well....
just hold on...
my tender love....
it's so lonely just now...
just thinking how..
you will be gone...
and just how
life will
have to go on....
just as now...
its so forlone
i dont know how
i will go on...
i dont know how.....
I have been in that situation once, A tender time you reveal so eloquently,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Allah Mian! ! Wardha you are so good at playing make believe painting 'possibility' scenarios so well that the reader gets sucked into that black hole...... booooootiful Doc