I remember
I remember the day...
I remember the day I lost my soul
Lost..
Lost without my consent
In the deep waters of tears
caused by inevitable loss
Like...
Like a precious pendant
it went down
in the unfathomable depths of sorrow
Many...
many things valuable
lost again and again
And still losing
But..
they are drowning to death in mere oblivion
But...
I remember
I remember my soul only
I had lost years back..
I can..
I can still see it
shimmering deep below
Deep below the pool of tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful yet painful flow of words. A soul can never die, and never it is meant to be lost in tears.