I tears the pages of my diary
A shade of my life
With the tears for what I heard and saw
From the lips of my love
This was the same that I kissed
The only thing I could see are smokes of cigarette and tears that shines with the light of the moon
She was the woman who once said I will be with you forever
But this is what known as the trickery, mockery and sorcery of the curse of the sirens
In the reflection I can see myself and at the same time sadness of betrayal
As the time goes by I see myself tearing and burning down the shades of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Prithwish. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks