Open eyes
may close...
One way
may be divided in sub-roads....
Seasons
may change with flows....
Time may
emerge with hours, min and sec...
May all together
trap in memories...
So,
before time change the world around you,
before happining some thing strangest through,
let you admite what your heart says...
Before its too late
to tel what he wanted,
and HOW....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned i want to be ur friend may i?