Maybe many times I misunderstood you
But you didn't say anything either
Maybe I've wronged you in a thousand ways
But when you whisper my name, I was there and present.
The wound that appears without warning
It does not emulate pain instantly
Except suddenly it shivers within
Today,
It has been raining since yesterday night
Dark clouds are shedding tears of raindrops
How why
I don't know
Do comprehension reduce the pain?
My shattered face
Acts like only he is stoned
Has he have no shame and condolence
How when
He'll adjoin pieces of lost, scattered heart
I found a muse for a poem in a riverbank
I couldn't urge to separate you
I am the hard rock and you are the river
When I tried to flow together
I panicked and became hopeless
Thinking I could stop the flow I started fighting
I Implore, I collapse and then I got exhausted
Today holding a handful of sand
My fingers are felling tenderness of your presence
Perhaps, I even don't exist in your imagination,
Or is it me who is overthinking?
But you keep flowing
Penetrating valleys and town on downhills,
You flow on same rhythm, with same confident,
Without thinking of anything
And merge only in your preferred ocean
And I'll be there
Near you
bring your waves on time to time,
Give water to those burnt wounds of mine
And along take all my disenchanted desire
I'll be there
Near you
Somewhere near
Here, there
Beside you
Near you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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