What else can I do?
Than choose my own way
To hibernate and go into oblivion,
And muse and mull over your sweetness?
What else can I say?
Than utter whispers of silence,
That make me half heard, half not,
And leave you guessing what's in my thought!
All that I can think of
Is love, nothing but love.
The thought of love overwhelms
And leaves much to be said in unspoken words.
Dhaka
12 November 2014
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Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Thanks, @Lenny Gazbowski, for the kind comment. A joy to read such appreciative words!
Loved your two lines Sanda, which, upon evey reading, visit my shore again and again like the waves of a sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What else can I do? Than choose my own way To hibernate and go into oblivion...I think to ponder on and on...