I was always behind that man
Who never had time for me
He was busy or pretent to be busy
In his own world he has built
But still I loved him……
I was sick he didn’t care about it
I was depressed he never looked up
I was exhausted but never I got
His stretched arm
I needed his warmth and comfort
And I still loved him…….
my heart is weak and stolen now
Atlast I found the one with whom I can laugh
And be myself rather than pretending to be
Someoneelse in life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem