Your Thoughts - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova
Your thoughts would not let me to live
At nights the missing would cry.
The helplessness would break
My hopes into pieces one by one, why.
Thinking of you, missing you,
From our thoughts I would avoid.
How overflowing, stubborn they are.
They would come on again offensive.
In this battle defeating or failing
Tired I was as a restless wind.
Should I not think of your thought
They would break out my heart.
Being thought a thousand times
Its very sweet taste has gone
The grieves of the dream not realized
Are stinging at my heart strong.
Drowning me in your thought
Are you on the seventh sky, Prince?
When will you liberate me
From the toils as heavy as pains?
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