Tears...
I hold you no more
The agony, the silence, the desires
All have gone to an untouched land.
Yet my soul, ache and cry
And It shears...
Tears, when i have you no more
I remember your left wreaths
As if you have had many deaths, Unseen unknown
In wish of a life
in the wild strife
No one hold you, nor did i
Hence, you are gone
As a gloomy curse...
Tears...
Read your poems...All of the takes one straight into an abyss of melancholy.Very well penned. But do write something about happy moments too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A smooth, serene flow is felt in your poems, not easily defined. Liked it.