They often reign in
our mind covering
the entire realm.
A sec's gap can't
take them
away from us.
But, words fall
upon words....
Gusty wind unravels
the faces we love.
Masks horrify
our lovelorn hearts.
Those faces make
us cry!
...........carries a multitude of meaning..........faces of our dear ones really make us weep, when we remember them in solitude, , , , , , , , , , , , lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But still we have to compromise which itself is life..... good one