If I could say, ......
I forgot everything.
I kept a room in my passion
I lost my treasure
I want to start again.
I don't know why........
Does my mind become dormant in some occasion?
Do I feel her touch in nature?
Does she come in my illusion?
Does it hurt to walk in same manner?
I feel lonely as........
I walk aside the river,
I do not get the smell of soil as before,
I notice that the flowers are not blooming as earlier,
I miss you buddy as I'm unable to forget splendor.
It's not too late! Come on buddy.....
Our world is still covered with green meadow,
Buds in my verdant garden are growing again to bloom,
Blue hills are still covered with snow,
We will sing that mellow song to share our dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm the waiting to see it bloom because the cold was overwhelming is felt as i read what u wrote very nice