MY WAIT IS STILL ON
Oh wind, if you happen to see my lost love;
tell her there is some one still in wait for her.
Human heart is a mystery.Abode of love,
hate and indifference still never gives up hopes
and longing for lost love.Hoping against hopes
of destined to meet again.Hope only creates future.
The intensity of abyss and vacuum in my life is as
fervent as mighty sea waves.Relation between heart
and lost love are like soul and body.
Memories are like engravement on rock;
hence eternal wait goes on for lost love.Our heart.
being abode of love reigns supreme
Our life being caravans of events and memories since
birth to death while our sojourn on earth; feelings of love
is the most inspiring force like magnet which unite humanity
on earth.So love we must; it gives life unlike hate which takes life! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem