Every day goes by.
The Calendar flips a good bye.
Nothing changes.
Apart from the usual din of seasons.
The buzz of people.
You remain, I remain.
The background moves,
As if in disdain,
Thinking we won't change,
Neither you nor me,
Ever in love, yet painted in pain,
Wanting each other,
But in our own different ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb poem .A bitter reality of human relationship.