its difficult to carve a stone
but the imprints are eternal...
its even more difficult to forget someone u adore
the reminiscences are eternal...
true adoration do demand sacrifice
but forgetting is not the price...
rain at last is still relieving like ice
for seeker who sacrificed days looking at dry skies....
winds do blow over deserts
but the sands still mount up and up...
loneliness do one thing that it hurts
but the love do grows up and up...
woods do make someone to get lost in dark
but in sunshine its beauty makes a mark...
some people say they only got hurt in love’s hearth
selfishness..alas but what would be that love to worth...
loving if meant to get only happiness
then no one would have ever given life with prowess...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem