I looked with blinding eyes at a white flower wilting
Then I remembered your name dying on my lips.
These tiny droplets of salty rain remind me I have been a dry land;
But how can I block the harsh sun
From shrinking the tender flower,
When all I can do is water it with tears?
© Joshua Nnachi
A unique and heart touching style of writing. So good to read this gem of a poem.
"..all I can do/ is water it with tears"… beautiful, poignant and hear wrenching, but endearing poem. Poem of high aesthetic standards. Top
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderous poem Joshua
Thank you
Thank you, Azzopardi