Sometimes I want to stretch my wings
And warmly wrap you guiltlessly
With my lips laid on your forehead
But d faceless mind of u
Wrestle my urge fiercely:
My mind might not be right
Yet i scare to follow my heart
Intruding into my mind's affair
Blood supply Instead
For d agony it hath caused me
Etched images of opposition
On my virgin mind:
And lest I compromised:
If u can deeply visualised
The battle within
I hope u understand
Why i sealed my lips
From bleeding the blood
Shed inside of me because of u.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem