Let the broken heart fall apart
Or the broken wings might fly
How the teardrops became the flame
As the raindrops became fire,
All that she loved; or believed to be loved,
Now turned to disgust.
So the dreams are left by,
Only waiting to turn into dust.
A heart touching sad story nicely encapsulated with conviction. A well thought out poem. Thanks for sharing Alavi and do remain blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the broken wings might fly the teardrops became the flame the raindrops became fire, very poetic and imaginative expressions. thank you dear poetess