pain is your middle name
you are so expert dribbling with my heart
your goal is to make me cripple and useless
When you left me
I was expecting you to leave some morphine
at my doorstep though you really didnt
you are a wild scar
over my guilty face..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When anybody leaves the corresponding fellow gets pain. This is wisely a name of middle heart. Wonderfully presented poem....10