Perhaps all my memories gone in oblivion
Concealed in the white sheet of time
Except a 27th-February-eve
Stands all by itself in a silent storm
Waiting
Weeping
Bleeding
Sighing
All alone on the Ashulia Road...
A serenade turns the eve into a mature night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem on love and detachment.........