Will you let me know?
When you feel it’s enough,
Before I start to become a bore!
I wouldn’t want you to tire of me
And have you just walk away
In search of honey or flowers
Dear Breeze, in other gardens!
I would like to be your thirst still
I would want you to reach out and
Search for me in your sleep
Before you wake up to the truth
That I have become boring to you
I would like to know before
So that I can walk away
Hide myself from your eyes
And burying myself forever
Deep within your soul
Bloom forever as fragrant memories
In your heart and mind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
breeze the collection is too fine to go through......... let the breeze flow in my garden too...........