I will weep for you
Sitting on the edge of water
Where we have not gone
To meet and share love before
You slipped away
Like a dream in early hours
Leaving me in the pit of woe
To get burnt counting the stars
I can see your face
Rising and falling with ripples
The moon mocks at me when
To find path back home I have troubles
Narration of the aftermath blues faced after departure of the loved one coming from the bottom of heart.
Yeah, that is true. Thanks Sir for reading and giving comment.Regards.
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I would like to translate this poem
to get burnt counting the stars, well penned, wonder struck keep sharing