After long time, one day
I opened my aged layered box
Too loaded with lots of may
Emotions, feelings, attachment, max.
My favorite plane with key
My insensate mild brown cat
Colorful monkey with one hand free
Attractive, old fashioned two striped hat.
At one corner, a bundle of paper appeared
The bundle tore my good imagination
With a dark green envelop, it covered-
My unfinished love story’s fraction.
I opened it in my lap with shivering hand
Words at pink paper with multicolor ink
Mild-wild write at never failed moment
The songs letting my heart sink.
These papers in thrilled me back
White blaze papers burnt me inside
The letters of love revert my rack
I closed that memory box at a sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem