I don’t know
What she must be thinking
When I tried to give her a flower
When the sun in the horizon was sinking
I don’t know
What was in her young mind
If she too wanted to gift me a flower
And like mine her love for me was blind
I don’t know
If she would like me to meet
Her every day on the temple stairs
And with a fresh flower I should greet
I don’t know
If to this story there is an end
Whether she would ever love me
And some day ask me to hold her hand
I don’t know
@ Anil Kumar Panda 30/11/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem