Love like things
stretched haphazardly over the years
receded into vicissitudes of life.
Grown like a plum fruit
untouched
untasted
rotten into an ugly heap.
It told a different story
of unfulfilled promises
of love
withered hopes
and untouched heavens.
Like a marvellous annecdote
of ancient ruins..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed excellent. Finish is fantastic: Like a marvelous anecdote // of ancient ruins.. Ten+ dr.sakti