Forgive me
I found you late!
my time is over
I'm going down
But, my love,
you shall live on
as a remembrance
In these last moments,
I wish To put A rose On your hand
Alas, The garden is barren
I lost your hands.
Above my burning corpse
the flames dancing
Wind scatters my ash
Here and there, To faraway land
I'll mingle with earth, air and soil
I'll come back to life and flow on time
Haply I may be a rose
reposing on your hand
Or, a bird who sings
My last poem
My only present for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh such a lovesad poem. But mehri u wrote it in such a creative brilliant way. Esp d part where u reborn as a rose. Wow poetic how u say, 'repose in your hand' ah.