my shoes - his refusal
I thought it was good bye
between you and me, childhood lullaby
the love- your melody of yesteryears'
the kiss- my rhythm of sweet tears
penned at the old past
after thirty years I thought it was
a spell of forever love, passion
a charm of undying devotion
Alas! Came to be – the broken man
after thirty years seemed a lost son-
to distant places beyond shore
the hope; a new home be bore
Alas! Beautiful it seems
full in colors, shapes and forms
-the decorative passion: symbol and sign,
-the fanciful human design
They were lost after thirty years
no trace just silence passage-ways
a walk of no turning back
a journey against the will of the clock
I was then searching after thirty years
inside the hallow consuming years
the innocent smile of a child
vanished through the wild
After thirty years here I am
against the time; fighting the whole damn-
ghost from the past- the thirty years
-the unforgiven sin: of love; of fathers'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem