It came once
It came in a trice
It went away ever after...
It came splendidly
After an awful rain
Vanished again
With smarty chain
It brought the shackle
Brought the pain;
Coerced the mind
Washed trust in wept:
Alors,
Love, thy shape has to change
Love, thy fate has to face
All are now mighty with hedge
An aweigh sailor pervaded the age.
04.09.08
dredging out cruel at will the face of love...a marvelous write, Mousumi...the best of the ones i read you on date...painful though, pleasing to read 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line gives the poem the final touch