Last Summer I gave her my heart
the next summer she took it away,
Never have I loved an other girl
like I loved her all the way.
She never understood me
maybe I was a bit childish
And took her as mine, for granted
each talk lead us to a skirmish.
The love started disappearing
and haterdness was planted
By people jealous of us, and she
obliged, and I became the haunted.
CR VGA
33 Ansari
19/7/09
Maybe because she had read your Urdu poetry... hahahaha ; -) Just kidding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If this season she wishes to comeback...keep the doors of ur heart open....it is more important to forgive and forget (if u claim that u have never wronged) ...that is the real measure of ur truthfullness and love.