See me,
how poor I'm
on earning so long,
I remain far away
and you
out of my reach
stay at horizon.
Wishing you here
I remain and bemoan.
See me,
I'm a wanderer
having an address so long!
When you are on my horizon
and out of my reach
then I have to go and go
how can I sit?
See me,
I'm so sick
even after caring self so long.
When you are on my horizon
and out of my reach,
I search within and within
who should me treat?
See me,
I with no anxiety
being empty, sick and
a wanderer
drift away and away.
But wish and guess
you will come on me one day!
I have not asked self,
not also asked
to the breeze from horizon
and not asked
to the twinkle stars-
how true you are.
But
I wish you as much as
I wish me here.
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Hrushikesha Mohanty
6th April 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem