Nightmare
Tuesday,15th April 2019
I feel it a nightmare
and fear
with dreadful thoughts
I am always caught
when you entered last
it was so fat
the development and closeness
I had a smile on the face
as the days passed by
I earnestly tried
to come as close as possible
but it caused always trouble
you had drifted away
leaving me not in the fray
I felt the same as was at the first time
you remained with me every time
Break me not from within
and win me over
comfortably in your arms
I shall always feel warm
Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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