Once the loved one is gone
Life rolls back into a routine,
In months and years it moves,
Till such time as ordained.
Not that I mind this empty life,
Not that my canvas was ever white;
But the colors that you leave behind,
Now that you are gone,
Paint my memories screw up my thoughts;
Wonder why the hours of the night,
Now seem so long!
Dec-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem