I wont go to my flashback the moment when i was left alone,
the phase which was never less than paradise then was gone.
I lament why it had gone so fast as eye blink,
when not even we parted a moment and sticked together every moment.
sadness creeps over me as i think of my golden past,
tears find their way and flow their way in haste.
today i ask god why i was chosen to be parted and disheartened.
why i think of my past which has several throns that drills my heart.
its never less than slay when i get into my flashback.
and when i heard a sound by my soul that it is over and over.
Even today i find myself cosy and glad when i get into wonderful phase of my love.
but get dishertened and will to die when bad phase creeps over me
i relief myself thinking it is the thruthfullness of most of love which remains partial.
good poem, I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Asif. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.