A mere faded flashback remains
You going into the night, swift
Your fluttering hair I distinctly remember
But the rest of you turns to mist
As you hushed my already silenced December
Even though you wont turn back and see
That I am no more the gruesome me
With that very staunch faith I’ll be
Waiting for you till eternity…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad but lovely poem, Hanzala. Thanks for sharing