A yellowish brown paper,
that hided in the page of,
an old book
somehow,
a few rain dropped on it
disappeared,
A few alphabet of time
beginning and ending is clear,
said spotted dark behind
called me,
A lost journey of an era-
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Musfiq us Shaleheen,14th December,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes old things worn and tattered do bring to our minds memories of long ago. But through it all we always manage to put together the pieces and go on with life. Good.