Each night
I feel right
Think of her company
And feel sleepy
Her memory
Keeps no worry
It is source of delight
As she never goes out of sight
I feel for her first time
It was no mistake at any time
She has stood well before me
I feel delightful and free
What should I expose?
Love I suppose
To all my colleagues and friends
And bring happy end
When I am back home
No one is there to welcome
I lay down in bed
Her message is reaching me to read
I stare and count starts
Even though they are very far
I find them in full joy
They will join me later on to enjoy
Ah this was so sadly beautiful. 51 minutes ago by Neil Sarkar | Reply
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I would like to translate this poem
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