Flames of my yesters
Call out to me,
From memories old
With their lovelorn plea.
And I reminisce times
When passion was blind,
Maidens looked fairer
Innocent and kind.
Glance of their dark eyes
That charming smile,
My naive heart racing
The length of a mile.
Then those sweet nothings
In autumn air,
Warm hugs and kisses
And so much despair.
For they all parted
Their flimsy lies,
Promises broken
With painful goodbyes.
Strange that I carried
Each one along,
And all what I got
Was a sad love song.
Dear Gajanan, hope you are doing fine. Thanks for reading and liking my verses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always love to read your poems as they create jingles in a lucid style. This is a poem of love and despair, an energetic casanova once, now a lovelorn lad, reminisce his old good times, with all that he is left of, that is a sad love song. Loved it! ! thanks for sharing.
Hello Plabita, when the appreciation comes from a poetess, it is that much special. So glad you liked the verses... and they create jingles for they come straight from the heart and from life! Thank you for reading!