Have i told you ever my best friend, ....its loneliness.....
Its a only friend of mine, who is always with me, never betrays and my companion in nights without you....
Its night at nine...without you i am not fine..
Its a lonely night without you holding me in your arms..
These lonely nights, i had spent, writting letters of love which cannot be sent.
Its night at eleven and i have lost my heaven.
Being away from you at night.. Its killing me inside..
I have tried hard to stay strong...but the pain in heart..i cannot hide...
Its midnight at twelve and i am getting into hell....
I try to sleep but it does not ease my pain.
The hard tries to forget you goes in vain..
I am alone when you are not here..
But each night without you i cry a single tear...
Its next at two and i am dying without you...
Now sleep is a memory for me..it will not come without you...
I am exhausted all the time and i dont know what to do...
Now...
I just look forward to the night..then you are holding me tight..
But untill i will sit...and pray for the light...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem