May be it's my parting talk.
My mails as the fallen
leaves of Fall will stay
dead or cremated under
your thousand alive loves!
My spine, I divided to
teach me a lesson- - - - - - -
One goes to you,
another to my conscious-self!
I'll never claim,
the lost path.
I'll never have aim,
to show my wrath!
I'll never tread,
your by-lane,
where my road is
blocked by a wall!
Never to wear
the crown of false
friendship,
I swear!
A good write, at sometimes we may feel that friends and the close ones really kill our sad and bad times, other times we feel they are joyful_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my parting soul tells a tale. A good write.