A lady from other side of window
waves her hand smiling towards me
while i keep looking towards her
grasping the moment
forgetting whether i did replied
in the same vein.
These small little moments
are big something for me
which i will hold so close
that in the moment of my solitude
i will wave my hand
towards the window of my room
thinking her to be on the other side
smiling again towards me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem