When mountains collide
In the edges of fantasies,
Green leaves begin to wither
Full bellies grumble of hunger
And falling rain feed no crop
But become tears of a lonely
widow
In the silent sleeping night
She prays for her husband's
ghost
She dreams of worries within
his wandering soul
Wondering of her well being
and the children
She call for peace on him
For he is the best there could
ever be
A best father.
It's dry tears tearing up her soul
In memory of those long kisses
from him
And the safety she always felt
in his arms
Before death loot all she's ever
had in him
Mourning time is long gone
Sometimes men would flirt
But none of these flirts stir up
an ocean in her
For her world is paralysed
In her prayers she sometimes
wish
For death to swallow her too
So she could follow her mate
Wherever he might be.
It's tears that rain within her
But women look up to her
Admiring her strength
Not knowing the unhealing
wound
She bears within her soul
She wish they knew her pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is full of sadness and good memories about the lost husband. I like it although it so sad. Thank you for sharing, Kamaro.