PASSION
The spring month has arrived
A cuckoo sings restlessly
For his mate
Mango blossoms'
heady fragrance
Enchants every passerby.
I sit in this corner waiting for you.
O'Love! I ask the butterfly and birds
For your whereabouts.
My heart skips its beats
To listen to your footsteps
My breath stops as the time tick by.
My emotions rise and fall
With hope and despair.
My passion for your love
Can not be held back
When I know, you would not come
Tear gushes down my cheek
As I turn back
Muttering a goodbye
To the empty darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad. Love is the other side of the coin from the gaping sense of lack that we must endure.