Feel the touch
And reach
As fast as possible
I face the trouble
I want you
I speak true
As it becomes unbearable
Now and then to be alone
Wind reminds me of gentle touch
As if you have reached
Given no intimation
But honored the relation
I feel scented air
That blows pure
I inhale with full care
As if you are somewhere here
Why do I feel the warmth of sun?
Why do I feel sound of run?
You are rushing In with heavy steps
I listen to it with when breath stops
I shall ever miss
Till find morning bliss
It reminds me freshness of flower
As if to have it from rainy shower
good Young Akpasubi11 minutes ago Really great job. Keep it up Comment +1
Very nice flow. Zachary Marks20 minutes ago I just like it. Enough said really. I like the flow of it more than anything else though. A little rough in the beginning for my taste, but good overall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liwayway Winter Thank you Hasmukh Mehta. your comment looks better than my poem 23 mins · Unlike · 1