It was a dream come true,
Of which I didn’t had a clue,
He proposed me,
Hearing which I was in glee.
Our love was like a beautiful rose,
But it never got its dose,
We yearned to mince,
But the world didn’t allow us even to have a glimpse.
Our heart ached to hold hands,
But the world always tried to break the strands,
We craved for the first kiss,
But the world stopped us from enjoying that bliss.
Years after of separation,
Our hearts beat in desperation,
We still desire to be close,
But now our love is like a pale rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem