If you 're not here;
Who could think I will live a life of bliss?
Knowing that love exist
When once in your hand I slip
Abyss my nearest trip
Will life be part of my wish?
When true love is out of my reach
Will the world be a better place to live?
When am no longer closer to my rib
My desires who will ever please?
Roaming the roads and mountain top
Unhealthy will my breathing be
Beckoning on sorrow for a walk
What becomes of me?
Sipping from a stagnant stream
Won't life depart from my being?
Once agony becomes my hymn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem