Tears are raindrops,
Falling on deserts.
Replying to the call of the thirst.
But when they fall,
On a weary face.
They take the hurt away
..for a while, but again,
Hurt touches the heart.
Forgotten pain revives.
And the tears flow like raindrops, to the call of the thirst.
Yes the fire of hurt is extinguished by the tears, but tears also lit fire. A nice poem.
Yes the fire of hurt is extinguished by the tears, but tears also lit fire. A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Shama. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.