Everything is same here even those tree,
Its only one thing missing and that’s thee.
Still missing you needs no reason,
Like your ever-growing love’s season.
Its not that I never ever need you,
But you also changed much, that’s also true.
Still with a heavy heart I wait for you,
Not only me dear, everyone even the shrew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem