hello is such a word
that we always use, though
most of the times
just plain civility.
there is a hello from you
which i love most, and which
i have accepted with all
authentic gladness, but
it did not stay that long
since you opted to use the
ending of that hello, when
you finally said goodbye.
i am happy for you, honest
as i am, we parted ways,
and then embraced the
sad realities of love.
a man is happier alone when
his loved one finds true
happiness too, somewhere
somehow, in such a mutual
love, and desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem