In a cloister of forgotten thoughts,
A convent of spectral verses,
An abyss where lines dissolve—
Free verses, once vivid, now unclaimed,
Longing only to be penned for you,
Only for you.
To this, I inscribe a word
Carved deep into the unseen altars
Of my soul:
Adieu. Adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem on bidding adieu. Thanks