Here he stands with his unrendered love,
Buried under his virilized ego;
Festered futility what he thought,
Cramped for space never so behoved.
Bewailing the requiem of love he pondered
Can't the love again be treasured?
And today he stands on the grave of their love
Shrouding his amor he himself lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A sublime start, Rajbir. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks