The chill of the winter winds
Could not stop me sweating
Something strange and different
I had been then experiencing
I for sure was apprehensive
And was also a bit hesitating
It was a straight offer from him
Said he was a friend in waiting
We knew each other for long
But the first time he was stating
I was confused and said ‘no’
And till date have been repenting
Certain things come only once
If lost leave imprints remaining
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem