Everyone is leaving
Noone is weeping
Looking for better future
searching for newer pasteures
The home is abondoned
where memories are buried
do you hear a childs cry
in the stillness of the dark
Let me spend my life here
With nooneelse by my side
One must care for the abondoned
when all are gone out
Everyone leaves the house looking for greener pastures over yonder. Can you hear the child crying? A ghost or my imagination? Who stays to solace the abandoned child?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The grass is always greener on the other side lovely write anjali (do read mine LOVE LETTERS ON THE SANDS OF TIME)