Walking along the seashore
I could think but no more
You were doing my flying hair
With briskly strides front and rear
Hiding behind and running along
Nothing then seems will happen wrong
But alas it was love that never lasts
In the world of creed and caste
You left me and at the same place
I often come to find my lost grace
i hope you get the love of your life. good luck just don't give up. happy ramadan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice simple poem expresses passing by love.