If I were water, I would keep some for you
When in draught and rivers dry
I would hide myself
Beneath the rocks and roots
I shall be there to quench your thirst.
I would always be there, If I were a smile
On your lips and dimples
That you may give joy in sorrow
When I look at your lovely face
The oasis of passion and love.
I would shed not, If I were a tree
My leaves in dry season
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sentimentality is the poet's storehouse; we take from it to quench satisfy our needs. Good poem