There was a crack
In the medal of passion
That you adorned me
With during our liaison
It got wider
With passage of time
The song we had made
Slowly lost its rhyme
It let sunshine
Of love to seep in
To nourish the seed to
Make what it has been
There is no doubt that this small poem is one of the sweetest, the finest and well meaning poems I have read for quite some time now. Thank you, Tiku akp, for sharing this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To nourish the seed to Make what it has been...really very amazing poem shared here...10