The sun wakes up to a cloudy morning
Trees swing like the distended arms of hungry
In a corner of the sky the pleasant colors
Of the flowers vanish like wisps of smoke
The empty bottles and glasses stand mute
On tables as the witnesses of night long celebration
Clothes lie in heaps smelling of uncooked oil
In a corner of the room where kisses were exchanged
The night bulbs hang like drops of tears
Reminding the pains time inflicted in past years
Early birds flutter their wings and fall silent
All are counting on false wishes still pouring in
A poignant yet beautifully crafted poem. Great imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have clearly brought out the insincerity and meaninglessness of wishing. Thank you dear AKP