Its not in his eyes
Neither the love
Nor the pain
But still when he looks at me
His stare cuts my veins
Its not in his words
Neither the commitment
Nor the ditch
But still when he talks
His voice gives me a relief
Its not in his touch
Neither in the pat
Nor in the hug
But still when we shake hands
It gives me a sense of possession
Its not in his heart
Neither as crush
Nor as infatuation
But still when he says he doesn’t love me
It gives me a hope forever….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem