I don't know if the sun
Will rise next morn
If swinging in cold wind a
New flower will born
I don't know if the birds
Will play tomorrow
If not seeing me her heart
Will weep in sorrow
I don't know if the moon
Will rise with its glow
If with its charming tune
The stream will flow
I don't know love will ever
Grip her tender heart
If she will shed copious tear
When I will depart
But I know a time will come
This body will lose me
Things will cease to exist and
I can no more feel and see
And then the end Will be upon me My final breath To set me free Your poem was a joy to read although the subject matter was rather sad, the flow and rhythm of the rhymes were beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sorrow always stay to the end but its very tiny and enjoyment for life line.
You are right Sujay. Thanks for giving time to my poem and commenting.