The only poem i
try to write
night after night
in the name of sanctity
serene words of dew
like the music of
autumn
forlorn rivulet
down memory lane
feelings that were
unfulfilled
yet no remorse
yet with your hope
of reunion!
If it were pure enough
to recall as a poem
if the dance is there
music of blood
running down the
beliefs
even amid all the
self-deceptions
clouding the minds
with time burning
in our hands
flowering the eyes
in love still!
YES!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem