Tears tore the heart of a rose
Fell and shattered in sorrow,
A thousand cries heard
Hurt and pain, ached broken,
Bowels of life were torn
From the throb of breath,
Laughter bade good bye
Joy wore a silent shroud,
To pass on and see not
Hear and feel nothing be,
Alas my heart drums
My mind cannot forget,
Memories of yesterdays
Kiss her smiling curled lips
Endless embrace of eyes,
Tender river of soft sweet sigh
Stars and moon my witness are,
Dearly loved throbs in melancholy mind
o heart cease not lest in her my being
is lost in the finite of being yet being not.
shokat habib
12/27/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful expression of a melancholy mind within the poem. Very well done. I wish I could write like this. I gave it a 10. Thanks for sharing. Spiritsong