Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I threat,
What's going on inside that head of yours,
How it hurts me to see you so upset.
For mountains would move like tides
And deserts like wildfires
Just to put that smile back on your face
Like apple sponge without custard,
My chicken tikka is nothing without your masala,
For what is love if you cannot share.
For what am I if I lost without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem