“Miss those words”
But remember to look forward
Keep the lamp on
Half of the world is won
Those whispered words were still in air
Some tried to reach and some turned into vapor
I felt bad but was not that sad
As wishes were still live and not dead
I could have enjoyed that time
But I had to remain contented sometime
It was as if I was never to be deserted
But yes we were ways apart and parted
I shall never complain
But suffer the pain
Of separation
For maintaining the relation
Love is not what you think!
Either swim together or sink
It is best way to feel
Else it may certainly kill
Love the life and it s journey
It may go on with blessings from almighty
What we create is our own world
Either feel warmth or develop cold
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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