The eyes now don't shed tears.
Those tears have now been evaporated and transformed into an ache in heart.
Choking my throat making me speechless.
Your deep black eyes still beckon me to an unknown land where ecstasy is rife.
Your voice still makes my fingers with a half smoked cigarette shiver.
The cloud has covered the moon with a devil smile, earth enjoys an unnatural darkness.
Difficult it is to demarcate whether cloud makes the earth drink darkness;
Or the earth on his own will wants to dissolve into the darkness.
Your smile is still on the 22th page of my diary, but an insipid, artificial, flesh less smile,
That does not smile as it used to.
Almost torn letters smell mysterious leading me to build castle in the air.
The yellowish pages of the diary come forward to throttle me.
Suddenly I wake up from my sleep, it is 6.30 A.M.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem