Miss you CHINNAMMA
The moment I heard that you died
my heart was broken into two pieces
one is filled with tears and heart ache
and the other is your memories.
I often awake at night,
when the world is fast asleep and
take a path in a memory street
with tears from my eyes.
Remembering you is easy,
Yeah, I do it everyday
But missing you is very
difficult to bear the wound.
I hold you tightly in my heart
and you are still living in my heart
until the joyous day arrives
That we will meet again in