Still fresh
Your face
In my memory lane
Love though pale
But its letters can be read
Still
With my weakened eyes
Although open
I can visualise
More memories
With my closed eyes
Who else will be waiting
Do you think?
with the head bent
On the paralleled
bars of time,
The ultimate destination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Subrat your creativity is quite evident in this one