Still I bear the fragrance
Of our first friendship.
The laughter and the love.
Piper I hear your music
Which puts me in trance.
It's not pain, it's not tear.
Irresistible is the pulling,
And inevitable is the call.
But, keeping up the mystery,
I may not meet you dear.
how nice you are even not met any where feels and heals ever than before
Your poem is playing Irresistible music... for I couldn't stop telling Your poem is Quite Interesting Neela.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow yes love pulls like the pied piper. An attractive poem. Long may u write. Nice to read u again.