Who are you?
Always on the screen of my mind,
Always in my feelings.
Your mere thought stirs me,
With an ecstatic and mysterious sensation,
Unique and pleasing.
Why I always think of you?
Your mere sight only,
Makes me happy and comfortable.
When I do not see you,
I feel depressed,
An unexpressed agony and irritation.
I fail to understand it,
Always teases me with sweet thoughts,
But always far away from my self.
And I am like a thirsty dear,
Dying in search of water,
In a cruel desert.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem reflecting the suffering without the love thing. well penned Sir! !