That day
Our heart full of joy,
and full of happiness,
with desires-
blue and burning,
deep and yearning,
soft and singing,
is gone,
has fled far,
farther, beyond our reach-
that our wings can fly.
The legacy of the past
buried under the dry leaves
of lusty and dirty soils-
It was but
the last autumn breeze
which tried to reopen
the file already closed
in the court of dead dreams.
So darling,
never mind,
never cry,
never have a try too
to smell out the remains
and the wiped out fragrances
off the dry stains of blood
that clotted wounds ago,
It is best cleaned off
the shawls of bad memory
and hats of good wounds
that still carry
those shy stains of
our sweet conjugation
over the bright clothing
of moonlit nights
dipped with our myriad
dreams fractured and flattened
on the runway of life.
Let s best forge a smile
on our dry cracked lips
of past
and forget it.
Subhas this is one of the best poems you have written.. Memories and nostalgia of past fragrance of love
So darling, never mind, never cry, never have a try too to smell out the remains and the wiped out fragrances off the dry stains of blood that clotted wounds ago, A great song of love that bathes with tons of imageries sweet and lovely. Loved it Sir.
So darling, never mind, never cry, never have a try too to smell out the remains and the wiped out fragrances off the dry stains of blood that clotted wounds ago, A great song of love that bathes with tons of imageries sweet and lovely. Loved it Sir. 10+++++++ Alina
It is best cleaned off the shawls of bad memory and hats of good wounds that still carry those shy stains of our sweet conjugation over the bright clothing of moonlit nights dipped with our myriad dreams..... A beautiful poem with so delicacy and lovelorn feelings. 10++++
and the wiped out fragrances off the dry stains of blood that clotted wounds ago, A great song of love that bathes with tons of imagerie 10++
and the wiped out fragrances off the dry stains of blood that clotted wounds ago, A great song of love that bathes with tons of imageries
never have a try too to smell out the remains and the wiped out fragrances off the dry stains of blood that clotted wounds ago, A great song of love that bathes with tons of imageries sweet and lovely. 10++++
never have a try too to smell out the remains and the wiped out fragrances off the dry stains of blood that clotted wounds ago, A great song of love that bathes with tons of imageries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lets best forge a smile On our dry cracked lips Of past And forget it.we can not forget sir.Even if bury it deepest it will keep hurting our newer venture and adventure.Deeper pain within lively crafted.
Wow, what a grand comment sir! Loved it.