If loving him was a crime?
I wonder why she’s spending her time
May be by a cruel judge she is sentenced
Or she made it her lifetime creed
Her dark black eyes show her pain
Her innocent and loving heart beats with vain
The once young, active and bold
Now looks as if losing her strength, weak and cold
Everything in her life bite to dust
Leaving her no one to trust
No vision, no appetite, no sleep
At last she run out of tears to weep.
24 October,2005
A sad poem, I do want love to be my creed, I say it like a mantra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem, Konjit... but very real to life. Well done. Brian