Nights Without The One Who Made My Nights Poem by Anand Shankar
Nights Without The One Who Made My Nights
I hold the glass high
Full of pain and gloom
Of losing my love
I make a toast with sigh
With smoke rings in the dark room
In the name of my love
With each sip, I cry
My heart yearning to doom
In the memories of my love
Now the moon has climbed up in sky
And the stars beginning to zoom
But I fill the glass again
In the name of my love.
Poet I feel sorry for your gloom.......why so? when so many stars in the sky zoom.......
An excellent poem with pain and emotions written with poetic diction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 7:18:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem = very good