My thoughts wander
Grasping words floating in the air
One by one I collected them
One by one I locked it in my pen
Hoping it will be one,
Just like the way I made it one,
In every poem of mine
Uncovered, unveiled,
Opening the forgotten gate,
Welcoming a new breeze
As it softly touch my face
Freeing, welcoming a love;
Knows no time and space
These craving eyes
Devoured every raindrop
Counting as it falls in my brows
Feeling the coolness of every raindrop
As teardrops kissed my lips too
Lids slowly draped, lips half-closed
Whisperin words
From a love waving goodbye
Listening
Of a love's whispering cry
Feeling the pain, leaving a sigh
And taste the bitterness
Of every teardropp from my eyes
If you can count every raindrop
You are counting my love
I count your words, my teardrops
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem