A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
*
both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.
*
I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite portrayal. Thanks for sharing. I dip my fingers in moonlight to smeat your memories silver.