Wit life it lives.,
wit days it grows.,
wit time it moves...
I hear it many times., & sometimes always...
I feel it sometimes & many times feel alot...
I know its now not mine.,
i know now you are not mine...
But there is still some thing that we had still alive in me
& i think its alive only in me...
Cos that you now have some one new.,
who showers love a lot., Maybe more than i knew...
I do not want to disturb you with this belonging that i have wit me.,
never i am gonna come to you again.,
maybe i hope in dreams as well...
Living my life myself happily wit the memories of you & me.,
also with the one belonging of you & me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem