I have not met you despite of all these years,
I don't know when you will show to me,
There is not a single thing I can do about,
I just have to wait like a farmer for monsoon.
so many years but not a sign of yours,
There is a deep pain I see sometimes,
When I shall meet you at first, I will,
Say the stories about your dream,
The poem I wrote for her, the years,
I lived for her, wandering about surrounded,
In the land of trouble and epiphany, I still,
Fought because you were my destiny, both,
Of us will support each other to reach salvation,
The walk of love that will permeate the underlying,
Immortality that will create the divinity that shall be,
Remembered, followed and shared tomorrow by all,
You are the one who can help me, I welcome you,
My door is open to you to come and be my side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.