Sometimes it feels you are there,
Sometimes it feels you are not....
Intentionally or unintentionally,
I do muse over this thought.
Sometimes it makes me smile,
Sometimes it makes me laugh,
All I want to pray for now is,
That it should always last.
Though I know it would fade one day,
And unintentionally, vanish at last,
Still I want to live with it,
And relish those moments till the very last.
I know you care for me,
I know your concern for you,
Can't we leave some thoughts for HIM?
And do exchange our hearts.
Nothing you can do, for what happened in past,
Future will be unpredictable till the very last,
Can't you be in present?
To hold my hands with just single thought.
Somebody is there,
Somebody will last,
No other thought to muse over.
Let's just exchange out hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem