The ships sailed,
leaving the shore for the camera lenses.
The dusk sets in,
putting my side of the world to sleep.
The wounds haven't healed.
But eyes don't swell anymore.
The pain took over every street.
The soul dwells in it, filled to the brim.
A hope, a ray of light
It's lost amidst the fogged veil.
Comes and goes as it pleases.
And you sit there,
judging this world with your pen, which
Breathes in your agony every time you touch it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nicely penned. Swept away by its smooth flow. Thanks.