i turned fifty five
i slipped into a pool
not into a water pool
but i slipped into pool of memories
i was twenty five then
i was travelling in a train
due to this age drain
i forgot from where and when
to my front there sat a lady
she was as pure as snow
her smile shared silent relation with wind
Oh, i fell in love with her
her eyes welcomed the warmth of my love
as if asking me to sit beside her
after a long lapse, now i regret
for not daring then
even now every night
my heart aches for her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem- sad...