Forget the times we walked the trail,
The gentle grass, the leaves falling,
Peeping flower and its drowsy leaves,
The lazy owl, the moonlit stream,
Aah! , no road is long when I walked with thee.
Forget the times we played the wind,
The gentle spray, the rain pouring,
Gloomy willow and its flashy grain,
The sullen clouds, the roaring wind,
Aah! No Storm is strong, when I walked with thee.
Forget the times we played the time,
The gentle touch, the smile gleaming,
Walking dream and its silent smile,
The envious time, a losing race,
Aah! No hour is late, when I walked with thee.
Forget the times, you say…Forget the times we were one
The broken heart, soul shrinking
Unimpassioned grief and its melancholy soul
Looming mist, a life galore
Aah! No life is life, when I walk without thee.
A tardy promise…. I will be through,
Broken heart, a tragic wound,
Denies life, forbids death
As soon as eternity is through, I promise, I will be over you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching poem. Nicely presented.