Albums and pictures
Freeze frames in time
So many memories
Captured in shrines
Are they unreal
Or this a lie
Heart cant
concede
As I recede
Unable to yield.
To changing times.
Bits and pieces
I fly away
Tough winds
Robbing this tree
Of
Dried out leaves
And no more
I ask why
No more spring
On this
stunted sprig
For fall has struck
The very core
Of it's being
And the rot
Is here to stay.
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem