With the sun, burning above the head
I waited for her, as she had promised to come
But she didn't, maybe there was some
Reason, so I waited till the sun was red
One could notice a red rose in my hand
With an innocent smile on my face
But the smile was almost meaningless
As the reason of smile did never land
Gradually colder the day became
Colder became the hope of her advent
But my heart did not give me the consent
To leave from there without completing the aim
The day was dying gingerly, along
With the hope of her coming
The beats of my heart were harshly running
As I could not hold myself strong
Unknowingly I became the prey of her lies
I wasn't angry, rather a little bit sad
As she couldn't know, how much love I had
Though, I felt a dampness in my eyes
The dark had fallen, as I heard the hum
Of insects neither so far nor so near
Only the other sound that I could hear
Was that of my heart humming-'she didn't come'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Rai. Thank you very much,
Thank you so much....