In the empty embryo of the heart
I prostrate to be closed
Flying wings of the pigeon blow the wind
to soothe the restless heart
Beyond the veil your love is silent
No Beginning but harvesting deaths
In the difficult ordeal I failed to gripe thyself
From the dead poetic ashes the love takes birth
©Adeeb Al-Fateh/13-08-2026/Bangladesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem