About your heart I can
Say this much that it is
Not yet broken
I have read the feelings
In it since the day love
Has been forsaken
You dream during day
And stay near the doors
In the night
Waiting for someone
You don't know under
The street light
Love is hard to get back
These days as quick fixes
To any pain
Are available around the
Corners where losers
Have their dens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a basis to believe this perception about an unlucky heart broken in love and its possible fall out- as quick fixes / To any pain / Are available. Nicely articulated. Thanks a lot.