WHEN the HEART IS BREAKING
you can hear it shingling....
like nothing in life could matter
but to stop one’s soul from crumbling....
bit by bit you know pain is here to flow
downwards with your tears,
off the happy soul you once had
-before this parting...
But after life’s mocking squall and thunder,
Love’s charm will capture you still, always…forever,
Within the heart inside your heart,
Your most beloved is sweetly tucked in there...
-somewhere enclosed your life's deepest part,
where memories are painted far beautiful than Van gogh's art
For always… love has its own language to speak
its own soul to live, its own heart within a heart
which no rage can ever get to understand.
Can one cease it? ..I say, hardly even the Maker can...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem