The small small drops of water
Falling as if flowers from heaven
In a rainy season
That makes wet
The thoughts that left
Years ago behind with tears.
A hot cup of tea
The vapours above it
Rearrange the dreams
Which have left me behind
May be in the search of
A new eye never crying
With a treasure of assumption
Carrying towards heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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