there is no argument about love
i love you and
you love me
it was as mutual
as a pineapple sliced
in half
but time has its own
choices for us
and we were left speechless
about what it
gave us
we say, after the parting,
after the marriage to
another,
'we were not meant for
each other'
and we cried, we wish it were
us, we wish it was different
from reality
but
time is the judge of all
our fates
it hands to us the map
of destiny
we have become its finished
products
we like to turn back time
like a folded linen
we cannot
we have moved on separately
with each others' lives
i have one wish
i want to be born again
with you
begging mercy
kissing the feet of time
that next time
somewhere
it shall be us again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem