I remember the day, when I strolled with you!
You cared for me at my very steps-
Holding my arm in yours;
I kept moving by your side- all along the way.
You wept for me, when my legs pained
More than I and none as you;
I prayed god not to separate us till my demise!
But it was me not you pierced the wall of our love and
Reached the path where you cannot see me;
It seems yesterday, the day I started moving
Till distances apart us!
Yet, you stood there and not me
Still in love, awaiting my return!
Forgetting that it was you let me to walk first!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem