How can one close be so distant?
So out of touch,
And unresponsive?
Not even a touch done can be felt.
Once there had been a melting!
Now a quick freeze is often dealt!
How can a reach feel more like a search?
Two under one roof...
Now pass as strangers.
What has happened to the spark,
That had once ignited the fire?
Why is there now more of a desire,
To turn off the lights!
And make excuses not to go to bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem