Did Happiness leave with the revelries?
Or with the reasons to indulge in one?
The smiles stamped on my face are forgeries,
As nothing genuine have I now done;
You've gone, too far, none of my thoughts have reached,
And came back once, but only passing through,
For ever since the love, its binds, were breached,
Goodbye has made you grace my dreams for show;
Your essence dwelt not in the substance shown,
Like foliage that's without the rosy blooms,
Or royalty stripped of the kingly throne,
If not like ambiance of empty rooms;
…..The world is round, the farther you depart,
…..You'll come around, so near, back to the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful....as always....You are an amazing poet.