The silence of the mobile,
The alarm that rings every morning,
the scent that flows in the air, the dusk,
the quiet smile that embraces my lips, and the dried tears,
call of a child, the full moon,
the skyline without crackers!
brings with it the pain of your separation!
you have very aptly descirbed.. how the beloved is missed.. right from the silence ot the mobile.. to the full moon! *** 10***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when a full moon bloom, i'd become werewolf. i'll surrounds you.....i'll be everywhere. will you dare to see me?