And the traitor heart
Betrayed him again
Ventured on the old path
Awakened the sleeping demon
Revived the old sorrows
Revisited the forgotten graves
Ignoring his mental furrows
Put on the shroud of being naivé
Reviving the old days
Forgetting the crucial 'Now'
Soothing as it might seem
Painful it is..dont say How?
Ending the short venture
It came to its sense
Bleeding he was..it said
Painful...thats love in true essence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem