….a little thing, that takes you by….
….a dear old friend, lost along the way….
….as that little thing consumes you….
….throws your life in disarray….
….a beautiful soul, that was her….
….but a broken one, the way I saw….
….so it ended, the way it began….
….with a pearly river in our eyes…..
….too late, as the years passed….
….she was gone and took my breath….
….oh it was me that consumed me….
….it was me that consumed me….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ego can consume and destroy. It is all too human. Nicely penned, Rohith