Each day I fight against n I fight for your love.
My desire to matter to you so strong,
its almost a physical affliction.
But I doubt if I'll ever gain,
a few morsels of your affection?
I think if my presence is not recognized,
maybe my absence will be felt?
But for me another measure has been dealt.
The harder I try to come close,
the further we drift.
Impossible relationships is after all my special gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tone of self revealing intensity of thoughts is rightly blended with right diction Ms Anamika. Probably your woes are sure enough to make you a better poet over here. But tell a few happy things as well.