Eternity seems like torture now...
With you gone and silent every day.
Only glimpses of shining thoughts remain,
And those weep heavy, when left to stray.
Monsoons fall from my heavy eyes
Bent and broken on my silver cloud.
Peering down upon my still'd heart
And so I cover it with a scarlet shroud.
It is not heartbreak here which I possess;
It is the hope that I may not lose my hope.
Yet more heart-wrenching are the tears from this;
When all in all, you are still the way I cope.
And the fire burned brighter than any light I have seen.
And I hate that I loved so, the pain of the sear.
Though my fate was fair, as this was love and war;
There were no meager arrows, I say, Cupid throws spears!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem