The 'Cute Lady' had been a bosom friend of mine as you know,
I had lost her in the darkness.
But her beats are always felt in my heart.
I am eagerly waiting for her now-a-days.
My eager eyes cry for her late night
But who can tell thy about my pain? ? ?
Night after night I cry for her
But she....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem