I’ve seen the stones
In stairs,
Who lost years!
Lost colors!
I’ve seen the total city
Outlines the faint gleam
Of every suffer-
A filling thought
With endless shiver-
A large series of woods
Truly scents those who
Stabbed those shattered stones….
A real gem,
A true profile,
A false gesture,
Showing agony-
A light shade of joy
Chasing the bee-
Fantastic. Every line has its own inner meaning. Please keep it up. shyamal
Hi Mousumi, It's inner meaning is too good. Carry on.................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have made the mind creates something that was lost....in a memory of a dream to see the past.... yet it is you who awaken it alive....very beautiful piece of poem....we have just began to see of what is in the past...Thank you and God bless my friend