When alone
and some one comes
holds your hands
and
silently smiles
then you must know
what all is Love
and
you will know
someone still loves you
before you
of this mundane world
take leave
Now I am in waiting
silently
in a solemn
QUEUE
none know it
as Ilove to secrets
of self -sorrow
keep
Will you also
never weep
we all come
only to go
one day
some day
and
perhaps now
any day
love you
for your silent promise
no tears please
Silence is the root...living or dying both are same..only silence remains....love you dear poet..Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
wow Now I am in waiting silently in a solemn QUEUE none know it .../// this solemn queue is mystical sense; love it