Every now and then, I wander back,
To see you once again.
Self control I seem to lack,
Do I really need this pain?
But like the swallows return each year,
To that mission far away.
I just return to shed new tears,
I do it come what may.
And everytime it's the same old thing,
Life has passed us by.
It's too late now the birds don't sing,
Too many clouds float in the sky.
There was a time it could have worked,
That's how our cards were dealt.
Life doesn't stop, it's full of quirks,
Even though great love we felt.
9/28/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life doesn't stop, it's full of quirks, Even though great love we felt.... And at these ending lines poet has put the solutions himself which he felt hard to bear alone from the beginning. And for this reason we always come to poetry to get the strength of living again. Thank you very much.Only poet can die many times and incarnate again like phenix. Long...long...yet long.... Regards, pranab 10+++