Still I stand here, speechless,
Where I was left to mourn,
Still in a state of slumber I am,
Unperturbed, unmoved.
Like a weeping deodar cedar
I stand, mourning my lost time,
With no bird on my branches,
No butterfly on my flowers.
The breeze gently ruffles my leaves,
The rain washes away my tears.
The moonlight still generously glows on me,
While I stand speechless, alone!
Still I look for the face
That held all my dreams.
Still I await the compassion
That touched me in all tenderness.
Dhaka
26 July 2016
I look at the face which comes in dream in love and still I stand still. Very interesting composition is shared really.10
Thank you, Kumarmani Mahakul, for your kind comment and generous rating.
Many of us have felt this sadness of love lost. Well written, Khairul
Thanks for the empathy, @Kelly Kurt. Pleased to have your comment on my poem.
a beautiful love poem...though a sense of loss..... a real picture of a lost love....... the execution is imitable...the metaphoric use of the tree is the essence of the greatness..as I think.. of this great poem....thanks for sharing....10++++
Thank you so much, dear poet @B.m. Biswas, for the very inspiring comment you left here. It made my day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved last two lines....a fantastic poem
Thank you dear poet Dr Dillip K Swain. Much appreciate your kind appraisal.