The few words of love that my lips
Sing for songs in sweet longing
Having fallen to the abyss of being
What if I had not known my self
In the end shall things be nothings
From the corners like web of spider
Destitute existence in sobs the life
I have remorse for not having done
From fate some more on the claws
Whether reason or stars I know not
For my alms of love curse on door
From behind the veil when mystery
From the black came spirits of yore
A voice on street as passing the way
Very long ago I had stopped the visit
Abandoned the street where my love
Stoned to death for nearer I passed
Misled by heart O! stop the carnage
16/4/2009
Superb write, excellent flow of words Sir.A 10++++++++++++++ from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadiqullah, It is very beautiful... / Thank you for the sharing/ Best wishes, Tsira