In the blooming flower
I see your face and feel sad
Missing you in the holy hours
Of the morn my heart has bled
In the cool wind
I get the warmth of your breath
Missing you in this lonely life
In God I have lost my faith
In the morning ray
Of the sun I can see your joy
At the time we used to meet
Now I feel old and not like a boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very enjoyable Anil TFS