It was hopeful dawn.
When I crossed the sea.
Travel a distance long.
Walk for miles.
And reached to him.
Light was breaking.
It was time to wake up.
Left the grave.
Move out the door.
And reached to him.
Middle of my day.
Middle of his night.
Traveling the time.
Moving to him.
But can't reached...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Astha, such a good poem....10+++