The self same evening comes once again
With the golden dying light receding soft
And that piercing sense of solitude and pain
With memories of you and what is past
Yes, memories they come flooding in
To console one lonely grieving heart
Sitting on the ledge of a twilight dream
I see and feel you walk into my arms
Just like those times that have been
When you and I were never apart............
At times memories come flooding Unable to contain all, the heart lets them flowing There is some sweetness, though it is pain Yet we fondle those lost moments again and again! ! A sweet little poem... very nostalgic! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful song by Talat Mehmood. Past memories comes flooding in...Beautiful lines.