My far away dumb lass
I hear your unsung sad song
from your talking eyes.
Your shattered lips
will not allowed for a kiss.
With my faded dreams
I sat on an isolated bench
in this ruined station.
I am sure that your express train
won't stop here.
I see the parallel railway lines
which stretched over to the promiseland.
My stringless lute cries with me
and I know this is the last goodbye train
to the eternity.
Dedication to the speechless souls who died in warfare.
A touching poem Nimal, sad but thoughtful and enjoyed.Thanks. :)
The sadness of this poem is incomparable. An eloquent cry straight from the soul. I can hear the lonely whistle of the train as it departs never to return again. Farewell is a beautiful word. It has a far more poignant sound than good-bye. This is one of your best, Nimal. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written by your fine hand, Love duncan X