Last Summer Poem by luit bharali

Last summer, the time of spring
when the sky was red
and meadoes were green,
i sang song over the purple moor
i was happy full of hope
dreams in my eyes
and smile on my lips
sitting besides the river and
listening the humming tone.


This summer, the time of spring
when the sky was red
and meadoes were green
i am crying louder over the purple moor
i am sad full of sorrow
tears in my eyes
and mouth wide open
sitting besides the river
and reconciling my own.

you broke my dreams
you broke my hope
leaving my heart broken
i am helpless
to let you go,
i dont have faith to stop you now
i dont have voice to call you now,
may your soul rest in peace
and nothing i can wish....

this summer, the time of spring
i am standing alone
with my broken heart,

and i will be standing
with my broken heart.....


- Luit Bharali