That evening he came to me,
He called me again and again,
But I could not listen,
As I was thinking something minutely,
Finally when I listened,
I found that he had disappeared forever.
I too often do that to the muse---if I don't write it down immediately I forget the words and those words were unfailingly perfect and irretrievable! 5 stars
When you wanted to listen to him he had already disappeared... amazing dear Anjandev..5 stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A few years ago I had the first six lines of a great poem running around in my head. I went to right the six lines down, but my mind went blank and I couldn't remember a single word! I wrote another poem about it called The One That Got Away.