My eyes are addicted
To see her, every time.
If it doesn't get it,
Tears start to flow.
As I am the slave,
Of my eyes, which are two.
I cannot do anything.
My eyes are addicted
To see her, everytime
Today, it does'nt see her
Thus, I thought it would
Again secreat tears.
But I forget that,
Despite tears,
Eyes too have blood….
now can feel that my eyes are also adicted to have someone's glimpse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she was in kolkata and was unable to see her