My darling, you are gone like a wind
but your sweet memories are still in me
Just like this ink in my pen that cries on this letter
What should I do until the memories leave me?
What should I do until sleep becomes a friend of my eyes
and patience will live in my heart again
since you are gone, they have gone too.
By Marwand Bahand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholic poem, very sad to read. Hope your patience and love will come back in your heart. I have read again and again. A thought-provoking write.