Your beautiful and graceful face
Remains in my eyes always
Strangers appear acquaitences now
in your name I knit
my Universe of bonds
Every house is alike
And so are the natives
Did not find anything estrange
As pains and strifes
And relations are the same
In this gory play of life
the game Tug of Wars is biased
Had one end of the rope in my hands
Since He is stronger than me
and still He never faces me
He was in front of me, saw me
And talked to me too
Finally smiled at me for
the sake of an old relation
He glanced and set me aside
as an old Newspaper
He treaded with me long distances
And when I looked back one day so fine
Just did not find him by my side
I lost him just like some coins
Which slipped torn pocket of mine
A full moon night
Put the moon on fire
and I feel the gleam shall prolong
till it burn to Ashes
and here comes the darker nights
the darker nights.................. darker nights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem