My love is as rare as reality
Many ears snoop to the fact
It is a lyric of many hearts
Now listen to the cry of beats
That much affection amputated
It is a bookish cord
And if doubts, it is bibliophile
I sing to sway every music’s
But never allows trees to jokes
Birds wouldn’t sweetly chirps
Only if loving you couldn't make me cry
Air, a conditioner dreamt of cooling
I swear, it wouldn’t breeze
I am a sinner a down-trodden
Even if you crown my shoulder
My heart'd bathe in you
Simply of your reminiscence I lost
Draw close a loud sonorous singing
Come back come back come back
I am missing you
Hey man! Keep it up...Keep climbing the ladder...You will definitely reach that top...Thanks for your skill of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice very nice writtin