Lost in childish thoughts
i come across now and then
upon the many streets
across this pouring city
of different lives
in Dhaka.
But none sings
like the young sparrow
a tune of old and new
of a long forgotten lore.
and as the sky opens
through the winding streets
of today and tomorrow.
the little sparrow
do sing a tune
of sorrow.
of how one night
cold by the winter sea
her love drowned
by the bright lighthouse.
in a calm sea
with her frosty smile.
But none sings like the young sparrow a tune of old and new of a long forgotten lore. love, songs, music in the soul, sense of loss. so many thoughts came to my mind as i read your poem. thank you dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of a long forgotten lore! ! Nice work.