Tears fall down the cheek like drops of rain on the window pane,
Sour they might be but they bear emotional strain,
Rained down by words that are slashed with human tongue,
And that belong to the loved ones whose words are a song.
Wounds of today heal without effort tomorrow,
But wounds that imprint on the heart of a being show,
Memories so bitter that tongues out every taste,
And purchase a bitterness in the heart that never fades.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem