Through the window pane
Flew above the laminae...
With misty eyes i see
Soaring high my pain is
Swiftly, gently, they obscure.
Feeling light, my heart throbs
It took away a part of me...
I tried to look; there i could be.
Lost a while
In the train of thoughts
I feel - i glee
I shut my eyes;
The wind caresses me
Tender, soft, benign,
A feathery touch;
I sense.
A wavery voice
Climbs from within
To choke out the thing
I hear - the end of the gloom
I gaze at the crescent moon.
And the Happy-days long gone
Greets me with warmth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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