Interesting,
As time goes on
More and more,
You feel the sting
That life,
Without love,
Can bring.
Without Love,
Like flowers
Without Sun
We wither and die,
Tenuously, softly
Exhaling, one last
Romantic sigh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life without love is meaningless! Yes, I admit …….. but sometimes we wrongly interpret things by adding different colors! If we read a poem in pure heart we can understand the sense of kindness reflected in a particular piece of work! However, kindness to unkind fellows is considered as sting! May be I am not interpreting this poem in proper perspective! I like this poem so much my friend! I appreciate the underlying philosophy! (10)