More than a week had passed
Since my last email to you
And still I received no reply
Were you amused?
Was I confused?
Did it ever go through?
Or were we through?
It's hard for either of us to understand
I don't know if this is something I should say
I can't stop myself from thinking about you everyday
In the most innocent and compassionate way
Call it obsession, or whatever, or love
I simply cannot break the habits of
For whom and what I pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem