Died way too soon
And so long gone
Adolescent love killed
Before being born
Vanished from sight
From thoughts haven’t yet lost
For still those buds sprout
Their among the bushes
Our abode of past
Like always it rained this season
Earthly scent was the same
The sound of breeze
Crackling of dried leaves
Even the transformations of moon
Was steady and same
Nothing has changed
Even the seasons of my life
I laugh; I cry and melt in tears
I am the same
I am still chanting your name…
I've been through tough times and withstood harsh realities. I've withered strong gales and swam in turbulent seas... But your poetry made a man cry today. God, you are wonderful. Truly a great soul.
marvelous write seema................yeah i'm still chanting too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very heart felt and sad but beautiful poem seema ji....i wish i could someday write like you too...thanks 10++++++++ and A+++ rgds asif