After a season and a time
feet strolled back to where buttocks
used to seat with tales on the lips
But time and season has done its work....
Those lips that used to laugh
at the tales told...
those faces
that do smiles at me
all gone in the wings
of time and season
now I become a stranger
in my home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem