In my dictionary dear
there is no word called ‘separation',
You may be in the sky above and I'm on the earth
but I'm in mirth only because of your warmth.
In my dictionary dear
there is no word called ‘forget',
You may not be mine ever
but your indelible reflection is in my heart.
Your reflection is my priceless treasure
and your warmth is my infinite pleasur
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks a lot Pallab Chaudhury