The lines of fate
play cruel games
they have led me to a point
where even the saqui*
serves me not wine
but poison
i lie bereft.
I guess even lightening
doesnt know its own impact
Somewhere it lights lives
somewhere else it burns a home
I am now bereft.
Fate has played the cruellest card
even my own shadow is now
someone elses
i am bereft.
And all this
when i have forgotten
All but you.
I remain bereft.
Forever.
* saqui: the lady who serves you wine in a bar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Bereft'....Deep, beautiful. Thanks!