If you leave this hand
I must not stoop and beg
Rather,
I'll go back to my past
And will see the next day to come.
In between
I'll think of the past
I'll nurture the unfaded memories
I'll talk to myself
And must find you beside.
If you leave this hand
You may not be able to go
My remembrance must cling yo myself
No one will be able to snatch that though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reading ur lovely poetry only a fool shall leave thee and she ain't ONE going to so hold on DA WILL U