Your name is written down here
On this broken piece of wood
I carved it out in silence
To hold you longer than I should
But this blade is not a weapon
It's a tool of deep regret
Cutting through, to cleave in two
A heart with nothing left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmmm....Too many sad stuff you got there, my friend! That's probably driving the poet in you.... But they are good, sad stuff....human emotions after all. We are all part of this game, anyways! Cheers. Subroto