You caught my sight-
The pale face that was searching peace
Reminds me the lonely candle burning in the dark
The high dark! even crosses over the long light
Again another night-
In a high winter when dews drops on my thought
Reminds me the moon that kissed and charmed my son's face
The high flow! even crosses over my mind
My mind, my soul twisted with pain
Roles and roles again and again
Missing and burning as the time and the candle
When the wall divided the rules of the love-
- Shaleheen,28th January,2014
Very painful write. Time is always the best healer of wounds...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. A brighter day is just up ahead. Very touching and nice.