"If time has come that
you became old
and sitting in the balcony
feeling the cold
silently watching the stars
thinking how life unfold
reminiscing the past...
your old friends, places visited
relatives and true love
remembering how they cared
the sweet moments shared
and the time when
your real love fled
though it was a night of sadness
there is no misery felt
no more joy nor excitement
just a pure reflection...
and seeing the luminous stars
blinking in the horizon
and the shaded trees nearby
covered by the moon
all that is left is to think
of your past and sigh."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem