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She was the darling of his eyes,
he loved her like a bemused lover
years they lived together
never went away
from each other…
fairy tale their life seemed,
happiness in full measure,
every man passing by
would get envy of such beautiful composure…
Jealous eyes reached them once
casting spell on their treasure,
one fateful night,
he went alone
never again he returned from his leisure…
Years later …
the story was written…
.
.
an accident had occured…
the lover got killed on the spot,
the girl was unaware of the trouble,
that very night a storm washed
the lanes of the small village,
the young girl got drenched
and got carried away for miles …
with the flooded waters…
.
.
.
Today a colourful butterfly
rests in peace
and dwells in his dried eyes…forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, the ending: ( but! Well written, keep it up!