One feels the absence,
Yet feels none of their presence.
anybody could say 'I'm here',
but nobody proves staying there.
You are right person for them,
If you're a clown of them.
But you became wrong for them,
When you were more like them.
Feel every inch of it,
Until you feel numb of it.
Accept the mistakes that lies,
And cherish when it guides.
Love them until they hate us to the core,
Then cut them off and close the door.
Keep falling for one thought you were childish,
but when falls for another actually makes that one foolish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem