Those untold words of love...often do I recall
Words...shaping themselves as images in my memory
How can I forget those?
Oh! how else can I console my mind?
Those untold words of love...needed to be said
I try to speak...only to hold myself back, Poor me!
Listen to them every single day...
Don't be so sad, my dear!
Oh why didn't our love story end in a happy way?
And what made us stand distant from each other...?
Will anyone tell me...
How could the unknown feeling of pain
That we both bear in our hearts so secretly
Be lessened a bit?
And the extreme loneliness
That murdered our souls...
Somewhere in a crooked lane of life...
Oh, can anyone describe that feeling?
When I look at this desolate terrain...
I get a terrible feeling as if
Poisonous smokes are blocking my senses,
Oh what made us stand distant from each other...?
Those untold words of love...often do I recall
Words...shaping themselves as images in my memory
How can I forget those? ...
Meeting suddenly with you today here at this place,
My heart aches in the memories of yesterdays
I really can not express the reason
As my eyes get moistened with tears...
Neither can I express the reason
Of nurturing the impossible dream in my heart
To be loved by you again...
When you looked at me here at this moment!
Alas! we have come at a distance from each other
That can not be measured...
When we will look back at our tedious journies of life
We might ask ourselves...
Oh what made us stand distant from each other...?
Those untold words of love...needed to be said
I try to speak...only to hold myself back, Poor me!
Listen to them every single day...
Don't be so sad, my dear!
Those untold words of love...often do I recall
Words...shaping themselves as images in my memory
How can I forget those?
Oh! how else can I console my mind? ...
Love has broken all the barriers of caste, creed, country and nation. Love has its own silent language seen from eye to eye. Nirmalya Biswas has brought this effect thro' his poem in the minds of the readers.
Wow. Powerful. Very bold in such a realistic simple kind of way. I like this style that you put together in order to get this beauitful work of art. I enjoyed it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lost your number call us. Poem is touching