What a fate for me God dearest
has alloted for me
I can't believe that
oneday you would leave me
Oneday you would forget me
and our golden days.
Tell me, how could I believe that
you would never return.
I am sure, you would be able to forget
that tree on the bank of
a dancing river.
Tell me, how could I believe that
You would forget
singing birds, silver fish
and golden crops.
Tell me, how could I believe that
you would forget
all those autumns winters and springs
of our life.
Tell me, how could I believe that
you would forget all those steps
we had together
to the frontier of sunset
we waited on the shore
for the whole night
full of moonlit
to embrace the soothing dawn.
Tell me, how could I believe that
you would never return.
lovely poem tinged with sadness, beautifully captured with imagery Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great imagery here now sir...so different above all your poems. I loved this most. a 10.