Last week
I found myself
Standing on your way
Under sun and rain.
Another ten minutes
And we could have met.
Recalled all that I did for you;
Asked my self why you punished me;
Saw you still on the wrong track
Experimenting upon me like -
A live specimen in your lab.
Walked away……….
Had somehow lost my will to stay.
There was no rainbow that evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful indeed.... sathya narayana