Chilly wind
Churning my memories
With the passing days
And mixing a dizzy mood
Has always been the way
I live in winter, for you my love
For the pain you imparted; and
The love you showed
For a moment or more
Had made me numb
As a rain drop turns into ice
While falling from high above
The desires of clouds and
The melting plot of sky
My sense, as though of no sense
Got hurt with your thorny rose
And the oozing blood with
No pain at all wrote the
Deepest and darkest pain
As my senseless sense densed
Alone the way of other
My heart, my heart
It cries neither, nor
It smiles with the passing day
Sitting on the bank of bay
I look deep into those water of
Dark history with immense pain
The chilly wind and the chilly pain
Oh my poor life
Oh my heart
It aches, it aches
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Try to work on Rhymes and using imagery. Like 'Life has become an open book, with pages being turned by the unruly wind through the window'