you had told me,
to meet in course of time.
but you didn't come.
my mobile is hanging
from the ceiling of my tomb
as a memento of our love.
i'll give my ear to the calls
you make daily dawn.
the ringing never answered
will remind you of another toll
that would hail you
to disturb my solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but whatever your condition is may it be settled... anyway finely expressed what's deep inside you here..