This night is a witness
To my agony and pain
The restlessness
And to the childish act
Where petals are scattered
Around me
When I did the counting
She loves me
And she loves me not
With me this rose too suffered
When last petal is left
And I had to say she loves me
I doubt then why I suffer
And when last petal is left
And I had to say she loves me not
Then again, I think why me alone
She left me to settle into the silence
One upon another
The layers of darkness
I fear from the ground
Where scattered seeds
Lying to go inside
But the ground is hard with no cracks
She pushed me from the cloud nine
And in this abandonment
What do I count?
Our kisses, our closeness
Stillness of time
Or the lifeless petals.
This night is a witness To my agony and pain, ..... fantastic starting,10
A wonderful imagery poem, layers of darkness, usinh this imagery has made the poem excellent
Heartache and regret are beautifully written with great imagery!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And in this abandonment What do I count? Our kisses, our closeness Stillness of time Or the lifeless petals.......an impressive question that inspires love. It is a beautiful poem on love. Well written and impressive. So touching and moving. Thanks for sharing.10