we met, we fought,
we looked and we sought,
i always felt you to be one,
and else i need none,
but with the time flow,
it lost it's glow,
i became aware of it,
friendship here may misfit,
but i took you as my bestfriend,
i literally meant it to be till end,
things around us changed,
and we started behaving strange,
this is not what we were,
i could lose you, now i fear,
but i don't want to lose you,
and without a much ado,
i know, i made it come to a hault,
and yes i accept, this was my fault.
A very beautiful poem of infatuation and separation.Love is not the attraction on a Balloon.
i hope the we the best wishes even in all the wee hours of life`s nights..
Conflicts of ideas and deeds never cease. The need to compromise must elevate one`s thoughts.. So must it yours too dear Miss Anamika. Good beginning for a youngster
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
C'est vraiment tres bonne..