when they were young.
it was a different, different kind of fun
recalling all the songs together they had sung
every clear night
staring at the stars
contemplating whether tomorrow would be bright
gazing at the sea
while sitting on the coast
creating ways of spreading joy like jam on a toast
wandering clasping hands
exploring new lands
writing different poems
with sweet and sorrow rhymes
all about times
spent together
somewhat in their hearts
they knew it won't last
forever
they knew they would meet that dark, dark night
they would be out sight
a thought we mostly dread
and although very sad
they knew they had a role
which had been played
and then it reached, that very night
separated them with all of its might
coz life was fast, faster than them
and when it passed
it never looked behind then
these are the rules of the game
we can't complain
for everyone they are the same
oh! we can't complain...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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