FROM THE PAGES OF MEMORY
After a long silence, she came
Wearing a smile on her face
She didn't utter a word
From her sweet lips
Village people say—
Once she was really beautiful
Her silver locks
Were really wonderful
Her face has lost its cuteness
Like the dead leaf
Once she was talkative, but now
She expresses everything in brief
Her wrinkled face and old eyes
Are gifts of old age
Tell a different story of life
Opening a new page.
She looks frail and jaunt
Time has devoured her beauty
She is living a life
without jest and fun.
From the pages of memory
I try to remember
The day she bade good-bye
Forever and ever
She wrote a few lines
Saying she was sorry
‘cause within a couple of days
She was to marry
Remembering sunny days
Is nothing but a waste
The wind blowing over my heart
Had a bitter taste
The wind blowing over my heart had a bitter taste....it sweeps the reader off his feet. Memories never leave us. I love the way how you build reader's curiosity by describing a woman who is now old and has lost her beauty. Her connection with your past is revealed gradually while the reader is guessing who she might be. A very gripping read!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Over my heart! ! Thanks for sharing.