Rain is to the widow
ashes is to the mourners
but yours
is the utmost joy
of having the loved one
of your life breathing yet at your side
hugging with your blood
loaded with your love
full of life
make use of that time
yet by tomorrow, second or soon
rain and ashes will be showering on you
i am saddened
you can hardly move on the pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very nice to see........well penned..... you can hardly move on the pain....