Time has spoken:
yes, I've aged
past memories
spring on me
in torrents
and hold me engaged-
tossed in myriad moments
with people interfaced
joys and sorrows intertwined
life, read and re-read
but not fully comprehended
page after page-
thrust into the unknown
of tomorrow
still me the person alone-
at the depth
of each night
echoes of the past
they seem to knock
on my old and remote gate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem