when I count the days in a calender
it will never end sooner
Lift the finger slower
let the number be further
Too many stories I remember
bitter sweet in October
Necessary, unnecessary
all the moments become to be glee
be glad to see what we didn't see
be glad to find a funny side behind the sad story
October I was in
never be same with October I am in
In October I have learned
every story will end to be earned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem.. love it. enjoyed reading. do read my poem piece of memory