I will gather myself, from dust.
From elements,
Fire and water.
I would then breathe my last.
I had always seen like,
The red of the sunset.
Disappear.
I would, like the moon and stars,
And like spring, like rain.
And like cloud, like butterfly,
And like rainbow and like flowers too.
You had left some foot prints,
Some flowers that had adored,
My lonely abode.
You had then taken away
Your memories.
You had then left me in absolute
Rapture and abandon.
You had then told me,
What a mirage is like in thirst.
And like what pain is in love
What heaven in separation, and like,
What loss and what gain is in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a mirage is like in thirst. And like what pain is in love What heaven in separation, and like, What loss and what gain is in life. poem have complete justification with poem's title as well as deep feelings of some one's wounded heart...marvelous poem written by you...keep it up..