Love Untold becomes
Love retold here, as
I was a coward, ever
Didn't try to speak her
Loved her silently for
I could have been told her
I could have been Kissed her
Many a time did she come near
I couldn't come out of my fear
I was hiding in my silly sheath
The images of love, life and death
Played violently in the air, forth.
And she was taken away from me by fate.
The wind took her in his hand softly
I lost her all of a sudden in the air.
She didn't turn around and looked back
She kept her wings stretched as a hawk
Flew to her horizons, keeping me in oblivion.
Can I hope for that cruel wind to come again,
And return her with my sweet dreams once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem