You can come and you can go
You can live your life as you wish
I may feel a little sad
For I can't play with your hair
I can't put a flower in it
I can't get a cup of tea in the morn
Made by you
I can't get the fragrance of your body
In the bed when you come to lay by me
Life will go on
Achieving and losing is the game here
You must ensure you are happy
Your morning time with birds
And bees and flowers is going smooth
And rain won't disturb you
When you go to sleep and it beats
The window panes
You may remember me that time
Try to forget the old days
BIRTH LIFE WITH LOVE OH AKP HOW LOVELERLY YOU SHARE WITH ME AND READ THIS CALL ME By any a name still I'm all the same, SAID 8Y 8 YEARS OLD SHANKRACHARYA TO HIS GURU WHEN ASKED CALL A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME PTONE
This is really a great compliment for this small poet. feeling inspired. Thanks very much.
I can't get the fragrance of your body In the bed when you come to lay by me.....expression of deepest love is amazingly portrayed here. A beautiful poem on love, life and sadness is astutely shared here. Thank you dear Panda babu, I vote ten from ten.
That is a great compliment for a ordinary poet Sir. i am glad you have been always supporting. Thanks for sweet comment. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
PART 2. CALL A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME IT WILL STILL SMELL LIKE A ROSE SO SPAKE SHAKESPEARE ROSY IS ME MY POET DEAR you are REAL gold to all HUMAN HEARTS SOLD I AM PURELY ROLLED as GOLD AP SIR UR VOCAB IS RICH OUT OF NORMAL HUMAN REACH WE ARE ONLY ATOMS COMBINED IN UR WORDS AS ATMA DEFINED STILL IT'S FINE