May be I don't love you,
I am used to being with you
like spring brings it's colors along,
I am used to looking at your eyes on each season.
May be I don't love you,
I am used to keeping you in my heart
like wishes grow in the eternity of desires,
I am used to longing for your compassion on every path.
May be I don't love you,
I am used to carrying you in my thoughts,
like the monsoon rains bring rainbows after them,
I am used to showering myself with your memories on each walk.
May be I don't love you,
I am used to forgetting to forget your everyday
like the passion comes to the heart in disguise of lover,
I am used to longing for you like broken hearts shatter.
May be I don't love you,
I am used to loving you each day,
like a wild dream follows the time,
I am used to hunting in the dark night for your presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem