the swing moved through and fro...
I stood there in the middle
of wonders and of mirages
I stand too numb
not a movement it makes...
neither the leaves nor the air....
still as a statue they all stand
Like a picture of an artist...
Twinkling before my eyes
the slides of remembrance...
one by one they all pass....
the laughter, the tears, the angers...
all in a roll...
A sigh escapes my lips...
A lonely layman is all i am...
and then tears escaped me no more...
frozen by the chill of the world...
Ah my dears, where is love?
The laughter you shared under the tress...
where is the tree?
barren lands lay before us,
like the barren hearts inside
None of the green enters...
for things are no more same..
Things are changing. Very good theme for your poem. Very nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanq rajendran muthiah!