As i wake up each day,
to my self i ask each way, why me?
my body would have rested in peace as yours.
But its not.
Each passing day i keep on travelling miles and miles wondering someday you'll help me to find answer to my question.
You went by leaving your memories back.
Except crying back on them you left me with nothing.
I still miss those Golden days, i still recall those positive waves
and i still ask why me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem