I am still ‘ I am’,
When I’ll become, ‘was’…
Presence is not so much relished,
As much valued is the loss.
When against the invincible destiny,
I will fight…,
What if, you hold me,
Out of fright.
First and the last time,
You may kiss me gently,
And I’ll call it...
Love At Last Sight.
very interesting read, great poem and great title another A1 job in my books
Beautiful poem, I do say. You know your way with words. EXCELLENT JOB! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is my favorite till now. awesome poem. hats off to u. keep writing such good stuff.