Missing you has now become a part of my life
i cry sometimes missing you
i just sit still
at my own will
just thinking about you on the small hill
where i found no way for my pain to kill
it takes a long time to express
that how much you are smart
your beautiness is not merely for eyes
but it touches the soul and my heart
i donot understand why we are just apart
being single soul and heart
what kind of life is this when we cannot be one
as tears and rain can never intervine
just imagine that you are the time
and i spend each second remembering you
but sometimes this rememberance seems to be as crime
as it hurts me each and every time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem