Now that yesterday's pages have been turned,
Rustling, fluttering,
Flown far away
Now that those people have gone, far away
Voices have faded and destiny with sure fingers
Has traced other routes, other paths
Forget me.
The years have traced lines on faces,
Has touched with grey dark hair;
But the souvenir of those far-off places
Are the memories that are left to share.
Often I had wondered, some paths I could not tread
If I dreamt; sometimes the voices were so real
More real than the people I passed on the street
More real to me than the cold, the blazing heat.
Forget me.
Now the year has passed onto spring.
The trees have won back their leaves.
Roses bloom; the rivers swell with rain
Forget me, I cannot bear to remain your eternal pain.
Copyright: Rani Turton
I felt your poignancy too Rani. Your poem is so effective I feel because of the repetition of forget me and the superb imagery. A pensive and beautiful poem. 10 Karin Anderson
Rani this is indeed a very poignant piece....leaves the reader thinking.....10+++++
This is a strong and pensive verse and the final few words are so very telling - - it leaves the reader with a heart that feels the poignancy of the composition. Rani this deserves more than ten..... 10 + + + from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IF THE FLAMES OF LOVE HAD ONCE BEEN LIT, - IT IS DIFFICULT TO TOTALLY FORGET! MEMORIES REMAIN AND THOUGHTS BLOSSOMS IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT - IN THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND; - LOVE'S EMBERS FLICKER TO SHED WARMTH AGAIN! 10! -Raj