~~
It was not too late
to come close
to kiss on love
Ah! that bird was sitting on the other side of the window
had to fly away
gone
with my thousand unfinished dreams
Noon became afternoon
Evening come down on the horizon
Chase of birds to back to nest
She does not come
Never returned
In my old widow sky
Not yet sit on my rust window
Even never seeking the known pale faces
Away an unknown Myna wandering
As if a thirsty soul,
dispersed
Across thousands of spring
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem