Every time you meet another person
Every time you reach another destination
You have to learn a new language
You begin with everyday greetings
Acknowledgements and appreciations
The words for a colour or a season
Then you have to return
Some phrases sticking like dust
Others like stars, there are some pollen too
But soon all nuances confined to memories
Like graves visited occasionally
With carnations with different sound
Trying to relocate the feelings and perfumes
Nowhere to be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But soon all nuances confined to memories Like graves visited occasionally With carnations with different sound Trying to relocate the feelings and perfumes Nowhere to be found...............all experiences of life. all memories both positive and negative, sweet and bitter...... all come down to the cemetary of memories.....we visit there once in a way. you hve written a wonderful poem on how the mind and memory works in life. very good theme my dear poet. thank you. tony