When rainbows disappear
and make the sky a barren moor,
When blooms wither and fall
turning the garden a grave yard,
When the sun sets and leaves
the earth in gloomy darkness
My lonely soul sobs in pain
pondering on the love lost.
Nature is such that it binds us all by its lovely beauty. But when the sun or the rainbow or even a bloom ends its schedule to be with us why do we get that feeling of a lost love? it is natural with every nature-lover...beautiful write....enoyed
Thank you very much esteemed poetess. The beauty of nature does have a binding force among the members of the society, animate or inanimate
Solitude can trigger sadness and fuel the mind to think our lost loved ones.
Rightly said. The end of the year tends to remember the past and the beginning gives hope
A beautiful and touching poem embellished with wonderful images and poetic expressions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and its lost feelings both always move along with Nature. Poignancy well expressed