its midnight and we walk hand in hand
its so late love, i need to leave
i understand darl, just cant let go of u
touched, i ask, will it always be so?
reflecting a bit, he replied 'no'.........
'wen i'm dangling at the edge, still holding your hands
you, pulling me up, risking ur lyf
then and only then, widout letting u know
at once my love................i'll let go'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pooja, this is a very touching tale of love, very beautifully penned, and an ending that takes the reader by surprise.powerful. Mamta