After many years of separation,
I was once again standing,
to feel the fragrance,
of my loving sweet heart.
You are still standing,
all your old leaves,
have seen many autumns,
and thrown away somewhere,
like an uncalled garbage.
I see new leaves,
but your stem is the same,
where is my name?
Where is her name?
The two names are still together.
The terror of time,
could not separate,
the sign of love,
two hearts stitched,
with an arrow,
and drops of blood,
dropping down!
I see new names,
but the two hearts,
are still singular.
Time!
Oh my worst enemy!
How you dare to de-shape!
The sign of love.
Don't you know?
you ruined the hearts!
and don't you know?
Heart is the seat of God!
You kept our names,
I am thankful to you,
but the calligraphy,
you spoiled its beauty,
now a childish write.
Probably you are right,
this childish attraction,
this teen aged romance,
deserved this treatment!
Like your fragrance unchanged
still fresh and exciting,
appearance of your leaves,
like girl students pink and green,
of sweet sixteen,
sexy seventeen,
exciting eighteen,
nice nineteen,
have many new,
and lovely stories.
Stories of love,
but mostly romance,
some ended with time,
like that of mine,
and some,
tragedies of Shakespeare.
May be a few that are,
still going on,
with the same passion,
but made up,
in a beauty parlor,
a conjugal affection,
with a lasting life!
Do you remember?
The sweet cold winters,
an exciting call,
Of the naughty nature,
that brought girls out,
of the common room,
for hot sunlight,
or a desire to expose,
their teen aged beauty,
to the thirsty eyes,
to the hungry souls!
It's now evening dear,
here I am alone,
and the sun,
is about to set,
is not happy with me,
don't know why,
And now I remember,
William Wordsworth,
had described this sun,
as a melting orange.
Perhaps the sun,
is giving me a message,
it's evening of my life,
my youth has melted.
Now I should leave the place,
for moons and stars!
The eucalyptus tree stands there having seen many autumns. It still bears the etching of two hearts conjoined with an arrow and two names carved on its bark! It must have been a mute witness to two teenagers sitting in its shsde and weaving dreams about a future, little knowing that such dreams have only a fleeting existence! How many passionate scenes it must have witnessed! Yes, time distorts the shape of love and ruin 'hearts'! Finally when evening sets in, we have to exit out giving space for others! Of course you are in youth.... still time enough to do another round of waltz! ! Greatly enjoyed
Such a wonderful write. Your poems take us on the journey of past. To dreams of youth and innocence of childhood. Of course time is the worst enemy but memories are always by your side and you bring them out with such passion and poetic eloquence. Enjoyed the poem very much.
Your description put in front of my eyes seen in many places people itch the name of both or makes two hearts with arrow pinning together, or they will write I love you// a panoramic theme you have created..Oh! the pain of love..not me Tree said....thank you sir
A beautiful write about the romances in life, specially in youth. but what ever joy and thrill you had and passed through, in the evening of life everybody has to leave the place for others of next generation... very well enjoyed.
Time! Oh my worst enemy! How you dare to de-shape! ..........................awesome write..................like each line.....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice romantic poem with a matured end.