IN my vision
Was it real love?
No, I didn't believe
But something was cooking inside
The difference was so wide
Whether to go for drive
As he had invited
Or hide somewhere
And express no fear
For the first time I did not like chirping birds
Previously I used to listen to0 those melodious words
I was getting influenced with sweetness
The smile was rushing on face
I left the dream wagon one side
And tried to divide
And focus on some other issues
But he always invaded mind screen and tried to sue
I opened the window
And allowed
Fresh air in
I saw him in my vision
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
c I opened the window And allowed Fresh air in I saw him in my vision