Ignoring The Flow Of Time, Every Now And Then,
MY Past Swims Back And Whispers In My Ears...
For A Conversation, ‘bout Those Golden Moments,
Which‘SHE'Has Taken With Her, As A Memento Of Mine.
To Return Me Those Moments, 'SHE' Writhes In Pain.
With Her, Thinking ‘Bout ‘HIS'Own‘Misdeeds',
‘THE ALMIGHTY' Also Weeps, BUT....'IN VAIN'
And Hides 'HIS'Face With 'THE BLANKET OF CONCEIT'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem