Should not miss you but I do
Most days
I don't see you
But I feel you
Breathe you
Carry you
In my heart
Your fragrance
Now permeates
My pores
Travelling inwards
It touches my core
Your voice
When heard
Casts a spell
Everything
I know
Will turn out
Well
That touch of fingers
And lips that kiss
Stir so much within
Your absence I miss
But soon
As you have said
You will be gone
I'll be left alone
Tracing life
As I had drawn
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These lines like many of your lines in a few of your poems, I also have written in my time, my way my style, so I greet your lines like old friends; 'Most days I don't see you But I feel you Breathe you Carry you In my heart' yes this is expressed well, so many of us have been here :) 'Your fragrance Now permeates My pores' and this poets love sometimes with an intensity that burns as only poems can 'That touch of fingers And lips that kiss Stir so much within Your absence I miss' to love is an elixir to our souls, for poets that feel need, to much to deep deep down, but poets who live with intensity cannot be or live any other way, this is the fire that within us burns.