It's very unbearable the sorrow,
When you think of the day,
That you have to leave the Inn.
On the way when I meet my old friends,
I feel like in my class room of the old school.
She sings a lullaby to her grand daughter.
I lost her on my journey.
When she smiles from the balcony,
It seems like an invitation to a new life?
Oh! This is a miracle.
The body decays gradually and the passion becomes young?
The western light pervades the atmosphere of these lines that are almost too eloquent to bear. Very touching, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. Sunset yet the promise of a new day to come, Enjoyable read! . Sorrow as sunset, joy comes in the morning!