Your words are the ones i wait for
they have added colors to my life
in a way i can never forget
day and night i wait
to converse all that my heart holds
to hear your dreams and passions
knowing that i was once a part of all of them
lovely words for they are all
i read them over and over again
still one mail that remains in my mailbox
unread...i fear the words
i am weak to believe what i just saw
at a glance - Start your life
Wow Shrishti.. you pen down those thoughts n emotions so well... its almost like i speak the words.. fantastic! ! and btw.. go ahead and read.. it may not be as bad as you fear..
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I would like to translate this poem
Its sometimes strange isn't it as how life treats you. I think your unread mail may add a new meaning. Give it a try.