Why doesn't tears trickle down my face
When i recollect the memories of the worn away days?
Life- an account of loss and gain,
After fifteen years i realize what a pain
To leave each and every moment behind,
That encloses the golden memories like a sacred shrine;
And walk forward lured by the call of futurity-
Now I reckon it as my stupidity- not to look behind.
And today standing in the graveyard of my memories-
Hords of moments from the dead past
Floods through my brain,
And i see the faces of the long lost ones-
Lost in the world of Yesterday,
And my heart twitches with an inexplicable pain.
Then i hear the peals of laughter
Of my friends and beloveds.
The golden strands of remembrance
Now binds me even tighter;
Those hours spent in fun and humor-
Now as memories burn my insides
And my forlorn heart cries
For those worn away days-
Lost in time's impenetrable maze.
like these lines in ur poem: Then i hear the peals of laughter The golden strands of remembrance Those hours spent in fun and humor- Now as memories burn my insides And my fornlorn heart cries For those worn away days- Lost in time's impenetrable maze. nice words .. living in sweet and sad memories.. sign of a great poetic mind. thank u for sharing... invite u to read my poems and like to see ur comments too. thank u a lot! !
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I would like to translate this poem
I cannot believe my eyes. Your poetic license is unbelievable. I love it