Through the memory lane
You come and go
I see you, I dream you
But you are far away from me.
A soothing breeze takes me to your roof
And the nearby lake
I wait for day and night
Month and year
Seasons after seasons
On the way through which
You will come back
And hug me
And offer me the last kiss of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice feel you have given this, as all of us have that certain MEMORY LANE in our hearts inwhich we can reprieve to when so desired....... Bonnie