How could you say,
I did not love you?
How could you say,
I pasted my heart,
in everyone's heart?
Never, I can say aloud.
When, there is rain,
cloud can't sit as
jobless idle flakes.
you know, when you
walk your footprint,
leaves mark, upon my
bruised soul.....
poem runs thru my vein.
you are my emotion,
my poems are your given pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmn...nice one, 'my poems are your given pain' I like the way you brought out the truism in that.