He is watching the sun every day,
I also see.
He's under the sky,
I am also
Only two are looking different.
He is awake at night, I too
I thought I could not sleep, thinking that someone might be slumbering.
That one bird is flying.
Maybe he will be in his area.
Fly over my head, go over his head.
Maybe I will not touch him or he will not.
But there will be some communication,
Some invisible shades and unknown emotions
That's my love for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem