Alone in thought,
I hear the soft sounds on the roof,
My eyes dash to the window;
And witness the gentle rain kissing the grounds of the earth.
Serenity builds,
A vision unfolds,
A lost dream revamps,
And a forgotten memory smiles with clarity.
My mind winds itself backwards to our first memory,
To that first kiss;
And that love that fell upon my heart and made it home.
I remember that smile that curled upon your lips;
And hurled me from my crest to my tips.
My heart blossomed once,
Pain came to dearth.
My silent self came alive and walked on foreign territory;
Oh! It felt good to be alien.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem