If you don’t care to
Remember me in the morning
I can’t feel its tenderness during
Glowing of treetops and my waking
If you don’t care to
Cross my path to the river side
I can’t ever hold your hand and
Ask for your consent to be my bride
If you don’t care to
Hum a tune of love in the night
I can’t enjoy my sleeping hours
And feel your presence in morning light
If you don’t care to
Tend your bunch of unruly hair
I can’t wait for the bud to born
To gift you when it blooms into a flower
@ Anil Kumar Panda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem