I didn’t go to him for any favour;
He remained my friend.
I didn’t do with him any business;
He remained my cousin.
I didn’t have with him any common roof;
He remained my brother.
I didn’t keep to her my eyes wide open;
She remained my wife.
I didn’t get from them any allowance;
They remained my children.
It is as good as they are none to me;
With the God’s grace I could keep them as mine.
19.09.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An example of platonic life and love......we arrive alone and leave alone...in between so many relations develope....the way we manage them and get along is the task of this life....u have hinted at the most respectable way in which one has to live...thank you...its been a pleasure reading this...expecting more poems like these.