Please let her cry; The poor blind spinster.
Still she hears like in a nightmare how the horrible war planes scraped the helpless sky and who wipes her faithful tears?
Postscript
* I saw stray pigeons search for grains in this lonely morning and I found a bunch of keys on the roadside, If I could open this mysterious door and take the Alladin's wonderful lamp out?
(04 th of July'08 @ 0630 hrs.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lonely poem picture you have painted here. Only you can say why this poor soul cried quietly. Memorable work, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra