A Broken ray,
Comes to me.
I know,
It’s your reflection;
But, it’s cold.
My cold-blooded fingers can’t catch the fire,
Still, I want to write an elegy,
On your Birthday,
On Christmas Eve.
My hands are frozen,
And have no bones;
I feel the cold,
All over my comatose body.
And it’s because,
I have lost you.
December 24,2001
Kamranbhai, Such feelings! You must have really felt the pain... Ah, to have loved and lost..! Cheers. Subroto
Very powerful writing. From this distance, I can feel the cold. I can only imagine how the subject of your poem must have felt. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lost? dont even think that-- think of the pleasure of finding it after you have lost so it will be Paradise Regained after that Paradise Lost. -10 anjali