How would you feel
If you knew
I still think of you?
Will you gladly smile at will
Or will you frown
And call me a fool?
As the sands of time passes
And the droplets of love
Lingers in the air,
Memories of you my heart possesses
Churning me in rings of despair.
So I wonder if I, you think of,
If in the cover of the night
I, you still miss?
If at all I cross your heart's turf
And your lips yearn for my kiss?
With every bit of flesh
I live on,
That calls out to you
With no response,
A silence louder than the blast of a gun
I'll still keep you with me till the morning comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem