Imagine, you are not here,
Imagine, you are taking birth
Two days later,
Imagine, you are my dearest dear.
Only in imagination, the world is
Not revolving, my dear,
Be practical, I am here,
In front of you, present for ever.
Whether you imagine or not
I do not bother, it is the other-
Way round that you suffer
The fear that is near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful write reality in sight ..... interesting