It is very painful
Dwelling in the past
Diluting the clouds in tears
The soul laments like a bird
Missing its nestlings in the nest
It is very painful
Serenading the old hours
Gone like shifting sands of a desert
Charred in the flames of rejection
Feeling choked in the smoke
Rising from burning stomachs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write Anil x Thanks for sharing.