As it is raining,
Your memory is pouring in.
It reminds me of that first touch,
The very first kiss so much.
You might have stopped,
As your pleasures have popped.
For you are nothing but a flesh,
A flesh who lives in me so fresh.
This water has its own stay,
And for a thirsty man is never away.
I see it dropping in vain,
As no one can remove this pain.
I wish it for your good,
To see me soon on the wood.
I am tired of getting drenched,
In your wicked memory and this colourless rain.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 20/08/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I CAME TO KOLAR MUCH BEFORE LOVE IN YOU WERE BORN IN SEARCH OF THE GIRL SHE LET ME FORLORN BUT LEFT ME AS A LOVER ROMATICO POET SO I REMEMEBER HER SINCE THAT MORN WAS I NOT FOR HER BORN