Past moments are sweet,
but future without you is bitter.
Jokes, sorrows, happiness shared are splendid!
The shelter i had under the tree of your love is never to be forgotten.
These are the moments:
when eyes start speaking rather than lips;
even my pen fails to pen.
Its a nice poem but can you change the last line.... good write anyway
I am begining to be convinced to write a poem without applying any pattern just like some poems of Walt Whitman because I think I can express them poetically.
The last two lines show, how much a matured poet u are now.......Wonderful expression. Eloquent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loss of words says most.