I have heard it
I have believed it
I have not seen it
I was searching for smiles
I saw tears
I had not expected it
But my luck would bring me there
I have failed and many times
To hold a dropp from falling
To hold the gentle smiles forever
Today I saw that sweetness is brief
It followed the setting sun in urban noise
A desolated tyranny
But I dream
Will the eyes sparkle even in the hardest sun?
Or the faintest moon and the urban streets with shaded light?
The street that was desolate today will smile again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! ! ! ! ! ! a soul touching poem I saw the tears too --yes-- the desolate street will smile again lovely keep writing +++++++10 regards anjali (do read and comment on some of mine)