The dust had settled down,
That August was memorable
But I spare the very details
Lest I cry River of tears,
I traveled to another town,
That journey was formidable,
She wouldn't free my memories,
I really cried River of tears,
I left her at the cab station,
She appeared sick and feeble,
It was humid evening of sadness
She cried rivers of tears
God knows how time makes me frown,
Six months later and still lovable,
I returned to find emptiness,
She had found solace from tears
... I stopped and cried rivers of tears!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a tremendous work. Something here reminds me of Donne, and passage, and passing away. This goes to myfavourites.
Thanks Mj Lemon. This is true as it is