In the wilderness
walking alone
on your trail
imbibing the fragrance
of wayside spring flowers
gathering the bygones with care
the bouganvillas droop on the gate
stems of red red roses clenched
tears gush and fall in my hand
Nothing is over yet
you are alive though not seen
your scent in the nearby woods
lingers around me
I lay the soaked roses on your grave
My body quivers as I kneel
and hold on to the dainty grass blades
the sun dazzles my moist eyes
here I dropp my false sword of courage
and weep like a child unhibited
clinging to the stone cross on your tomb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really a very beautiful poem i like it