Last night
I was awoke the whole night
Missed you a lot
Remembered old days
The days of our togetherness
And those nights too
When tried to count the stars
While waiting for the sunrise! ! !
Of course, those nights were too tough to spend
But the last night was the torturous one
Anyhow it was alarming that
Memories are not just the bandage
But also acts like the wound fresheners! !
Memories are not only the pretext of living
But also play replica of slow poisoning towards death? ? ?
Anyway! Don't worry about me
Just
You take exit from my memories! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem