I loved a million men...
And a million loved me back..
But that alone didn't satisfie
My greedy untampered soul.
I loved a million men...
And a million loved me back..
Famished lips, tongues, fingers
Slid away from memory as fog.
I loved a million men..
And a million loved me back..
But my heart belongs to the one,
Who never loved me at all!
lovely indeed. yes, we love many but our heart and soul yearns for one, who may give us the slip. Narayanan.R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, sabitha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks