sorry to one's love.
by
touching one's ears
and standing
beatifically,
all the while
watching her face,
that is school boyish,
you would say,
still admonishing,
and still
fuming.
or,
just
holding your palms
in mine,
peering
straight down
and
then cupping the chin
all the while
straining to rummage
through
any hurt stains
on your boycut face;
or
just collapsing
all that is
mine that is in me
and
offering
just this once,
at your altar,
the place
where once
i had surrendered
every thing that was
mine.
and
then
shall i whisper
'i am sorry'
to you.
..atp..
29.04.2008.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....I could, if only love still prevails! A 10.