Once in a way
The lost memory stabs the uprooted saga of his family.
He tries to collect the bygone faces,
Heroes and villains of the Melodrama
But the distorted picture
Never focus on the screen.
He is the only spectator in the haunted theater
And it's a silent movie.
You pen your angst with great originality and sadness, Nimal. Your theatrical images have a timeless appeal. Another fine poem. Love, Allie x x x x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorrow in retrospect. Timeless imagery. Beautiful write. Warm regards, Sandra