Have I ever told you this? ...
I think not, it might have slipped
My mind I guess.
Or perhaps I thought
It to be too trivial to be stressed.
I think it is because I took
You for granted...
But now...now that...
I guess it doesn't matter anymore...
Well... I must say that you look
The prettiest when you sleep.
There were times when
I used to lie there beside you,
Wide awake, enchanted by
The warmth of your breath,
Looking at your pretty eyes,
Closed in the assurance of
A bright tomorrow.
Your tender palm on my chest,
Falling after every rise of my sigh.
It felt like your hands could
Feel the depth of my sorrow,
Not just when they actually
Touched my tears but also
Across the realms of
The reality and dream.
At times I think I even noticed
You smile...I think that's how
One looks when one dreams
About happiness.
But now, I guess all of this doesn't matter...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem