One of those lonely nights.
Where one types useless words
at unimportant people.
Will you ever see them?
No...
They're just there
cause you're there.
Your lonely and they're lonely.
Two people destine to be apart.
It was due from the start.
You live halfway across the world
and I am where I am.
Catching the cold chill of a lonely night,
I shiver and there is no one here
to make me warm.
One of those lonely nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Two people destine to be apart. It was due from the start. You live halfway across the world and I am where I am.' so so so very true.. guessing tht this is jus not an imagination.. lovely piece.. keep it up.. smiles, krishna