A new year has come.
But why the past sorrows accompany it?
Sometimes I curse my sharp, clear memory,
I pray for a clouded mind.
There are days-
When I am almost happy.
But like an old rheumatic pain,
the memories crowd in my head at unexpected times.
My life is too full of incidents.
Like an illegible book with cramped pages
But a beautiful exterior
Not worn by many a handling....
So very true. It has happened to me so many times. Well written. keep writing.
Sorrow is the unchanging phenomenon... The NEW YEAR only a change of calendar. Nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so many times, we wish the new year can just wipe our bitter memories...but it never happens isn't it? The pain has been wonderfully poeticised....