Blown up photo, crumpled paper,
silent rain drops.
All like this fragile heart.
Easily torn, angrily crushed,
secretly dropped.
Yet no going back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant write, Hafsa. Every heartbreak is mend, a broken heart is not the end. I can relate to your poem. Thank you.
Thank you so much :)