Dawn departures
In the rain,
Bus terminal kisses
For long journeys
With arrested love,
Delicate poetry crawls
Down along lonely and dirty avenues.
In afternoon restaurants,
We gather ourselves
Like parking meter coins
Or a waitress’ tips
And still come up short
With our meager ambitions.
At dusk,
A serenade from birds,
This life is beautiful with sadness.
tis life is beautiful with sadness- what more is there to say. Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauty of life makes sadness acceptable. I can hear those birds singing to the dusk. Wonderful as always, Uriah. Always your friend, Sandra