What hope left in the middle of ocean on a little skif?
why heart beats when all is over?
why dreams are dreamt when they are not meant to be?
why the most beautiful eyes that wept the most?
there is always hidden sorrows in every smile
And I sigh! And I look at the glass of wine
every drop that should not be wasted
I have to forget for tonight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Dhrupodi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.