PROMISES LIKE FLOATING CLOUDS
If spring happens to knock at my door, after I have gone
tell her I have since settled down in vast desert away
from human civilization.
It is wrong to presume all smiling faces are mirror
of happiness.Each person carries a storm within.
How can I forget those tear-filled eyes of my love,
while parting for good. Those sad look still haunts
me despite ages since gone by.
Those sad souls, and silent faces moving in the crowd
Carry a hidden tsunami within, yearning for a place
Under the sun since ages hoping against hopes.
The never ending sadness, melancholy, loneliness
and deprivation are the gift of my love who came
like a spring in my life but left behind a never ending
Autumn, emptiness, vacuum and abysses in my life.
The promises of life together till death did part us apart
were like shallow and floating clouds without shade and rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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