Evening
After the ceasefire
Is just difficult to pass
Not
For the pretensions
Loitering around
Never
For the whispers
hung on the wall
Never never
For the trucks
Moving back to barracks
But those long hugs
Concealed with wishes
Unheard
That extra red
Added to the fading Sun
Wailing in small decibels
Your love
Staring
And unveiled as never before
“18.09.07”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feels nice to read reflect upon concealed wishes...