The curve on her face, from ear to ear,
She did not say, she need not fear,
Moments like this, seldom came near,
Oh look what destiny brought her hither.
A letter so fine, from borders across,
She opened in haste, a living chaos,
Hopes of joy, and safety too,
Color changed from pink to blue.
A sorry from friends and all the crew,
Flowers too had lost their dew.
Sent was a box, with a heartfelt song,
Wishing they could come along.
He fought till the end, that's what they said,
She stood alone, not a tear still shed.
Reality was still to dawn,
Destiny brought tough times on.
The wind blowing had an eery touch,
Made her sit without a thought much.
Night so long, dreams of the shot,
As she waited for her love to be brought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The curve on her face from ear to ear makes nice humour in this poem. Wonderfully presented and shared really. Nicely envisioned.