If you love me,
Kill me just to turn
me into dust, and when there
will be the moonlit night,
throw into water my
body's burnt ash!
I can't just stand the
agony, I'm getting everyday,
Burn my perishable cage,
to fly the soul away!
I won't come to this
sorrowful world and
I swear, I won't love
this nature again...
For nature's love I
have come many times,
just to cry in pain!
D.I.F.F.E.R.E.N.T...............For nature's love I have come many times, just to cry in pain! not a eulogy on Nature...but it is about it...naure poems have taken a different shape....with a mixture of sadness n regrets of modern life too..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This pessimistic note must die and your cage must be recast for your happy stay... The sweet music of your poetry must guide you.