People come and go via my way
i remain lonely as always
i know i get attached sometimes
with the sudden emotional rage
yes i am still living but i slowly breathe
i am like a river of love inturn
and peoples are like stones...
some flow with me and some remains unturned
but i know too the venom
intoxicating memory trace
what they say.... what they do
is that means love or mere absence of hate
better go by emotional layers
like affection attraction infatuational fever
or way beyond deep loves eternal existance
love is only made of love nothing else ever
the heart that still feels her heart beats
irrespective of her love's betray and hate
her love is not for him now....
but still her love's memory is lovers only fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem