Once, there was an old man
lived in a small village who spared
his time for his friend and discussed all
Beneath the sky
wrote poems in each second.
But that friend gave up him
for ever leaving him alone
but he is still waiting!
A day will come
the day which recognizes his love
and still waiting for a call or a message.
aren't we all like this man? but unfortunately we will never get this call or this visit, we jsut need to move on and forget about them..great peom by the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death leaves a great vacuum and we wait in vain for the return of the deceased. But Alas! It never happens! A touching write!
but we know, that is an unending journey return is impossible still we expect their presence in an action of dubious struggle!