Grief painted the heart
Tied the wings
As trapped butterfly
Zipped the smile
As clouds wrap the moon
A cooler gale and
Scorching cold
Quite enough to
Go to depth of thoughts
To clean the dust
Of pure love existed once
Days when innocent and
unmarred heart existed
Her love was priceless
Thought she is eternal
But days and night passed
Light faded from soul
And darkness wrapped
The whole life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem