Where are the flowers I loved so,
Where did their charm and beauty go?
Where is the moon that once smiled at me,
As I stood under the dark trees?
All the twinkling stars once laughed with me,
Now they too seem to mock at me;
Now the sky is overcast with clouds,
As though Nature too has begun to brood-
For all joys of life are running out,
And in a multitude, there is solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem with compelling imagery. Well penned.
Thank you, Rose Marie. Appreciate your comment