The man
is fugitive from
yesterdays nightmares
that has saddened him
too much
that has been his
causes of repentance
he wants to bury the dead.
Fear of unborn tomorrow
appears him as
constant source of threat
of devastation.
Today's dreams
O' friend
let it not shatter
in between.
Harvest what ever
left over
may be enough
for both ends to join.
Smile please,
My friend!
and look at me.
Don't cry,
Do I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem, thanks for sharing.
Thanks dear Shakil for nice remark.