Lost Heart
The rose petals are fading
The tree leaves are decaying
The glittering sun is marching towards west
The blazing sun is getting cold
The gloom of darkness is approaching
With its fiery black
The gentle moon is covered
By ashen like cloud
She came with a bouquet of flower
In my ever dark parlor
Her blue eyes and fragrant coming
Leaving aside her pride and blush
Was like a voiceless ghost
She came with full confidence
That I would love her most
But I have nothing to give
I lost my heart long long ago
I only gave her a faint smile
I gave her bouquet back to her
And she shivered in wonder
Had I been more that one heart
I would give her one
And I gently chided god
For being too miser.
Shakil Ahmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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