when the muse fails me
and i want to write,
just
remind me that
once i loved you,
that
once your heart
had some little space
for me too,
that
once
you assured me
that
if not lovers,
we can sure be
best of friends,
and
be the buddies
in our
weal and woe.
where as i
remain as yours,
till kingdom come,
where are you
my love? .
you and
memories of you,
are life time
testimonies
of a
beloved
who once swayed
by
whims,
much like a lotus
on a placid water
sans the roots
below.
bewitching now,
gone with the
waves
next moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem