Loved ones those no more in this world
live in our thoughts and memories till we live
unseen and unheard they walk along with us
to feel us they touch yet always unfelt by us
they make us to dream they make us to scream
never age and rage they in our thoughts
a comeback they stage when pensive we are
continues this process even after our existence
we occupy the memoirs of generation next
thus goes on and on cycle of time in years to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem on run on lines.