The purse contains
A few coins, some currency notes
A list of things bought
A broken locket of his child
The leather is withering away
He will never use it again
The memories linger
The memories of a dear one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Looking at the objects he suffers the loss. 'The leather is withering away He will never use it again The memories linger The memories of a dear one, '..is such a heart touching stanza. Thanks.