River flows like a
Sorrow of mine.
A forgotten chapter of
My childhood linked in
Wild memories, feelings too,
All once again becoming
Alive like a picture.
Several dawns we met
On your shore and exchanged
Pleasing and unpleasing thoughts
Which were far more
Deeply intermingled.
You washed my tears
In your heart’s blood
And made me sleep in open
Under your interlaced trees.
I wokeup and departed
When temple bells rang,
To pray in confidence
For our life long association.
Friend, our lives are
The stories of same struggles.
We know each other
An interminable relation
Till the last days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
passion well poured shan