In passing street Idecided to meet,
To ask a question I reached his house,
O time! O time! O time!
When she with me u begin to run why,
It's a meeting for ages,
During meeting u run while waiting u stop why......
He says I can't see u show much happy, I know the love pain,
I'm wanderer of ages,
I don't want u to be awanderer............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shant, such a lovely write....10+++++