He has so much to say
But he does not say
He has so much to think
But he does not think
He has so much to pick
But he does not pick
He has so much to click
But he does not click
He has so much to miss
But he does not miss
He has so much to smile
But he does not smile
He has so much to cry
But he does not cry
He has so much to fry
But he does not fry
Everything cannot happenAll the while
When the dark clouds hover over the sky
I say I miss you as much as a mile
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem