one sudden night
a star came and snatched my heart away
it was toyed with till it grew faint
tired my poor heart was smashed to pieces
each with a pregnant 'why' and a whispered 'how' written within
soon, each pieces began to bleed in between
the pain was so great
every night i die anew
the pain multiplied and became other pains
fencing other stars from being seen as stars
eventually, time gulped the whining 'why'
(though its simmering ashes sometimes snarls)
thereafter my 'how' and my 'then' gradually merged
and my weepy nothing started seeming content something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never wonder how it would be as what's done is done Wipe off ''why''s on our mind march to a better tomorrow...