how easily
time retracts itself,
and takes away loved ones.
before the celebration of life is over.,
dark clouds gather in the sky.
the butterfly of happiness,
finally finds its wings
leaving behind sorrow, more sorrow!
just like a friend, the wave of life
follow like the ebb and tide,
leaving deep breaths and,
void in our minds,
some sad solace to carry on.
in the moonlit night
the tears comes in waves
of darkness,
covering the lamp of life.
still,
the flowers bloom in the morning,
and fragrance fill the garden,
hopes reassures,
in the shadow of the moon
those dreams,
which were dreamt,
in the tune of
faraway memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem