I had left my land, my abode,
Many valuables, many pursuits,
All, in times, with little regrets
Like adults fleeing their mothers.
Women I had fallen in love with
Stay still with me in thought.
I still bethink myself of them
Like mothers for their young ones.
13.06.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How beautifull yet a concrete feeling that could not be hidden....but relished often!