Dedicated to the late great poet Afzal Shauq
Dreams of
a lifetime
crashed,
vanished
caused by
a roaring
thunder.
Falling
around
her feet
lying in
pools
of tears
freshly
cried.
Numbers
11-1 3-2010
remain
forever
etched
on the
pages of
her heart.
Eons
flashed,
the past
came
rushing in
his face
appeared
over and
over
again.
A silver
cord
stretched
to the
point of
breaking
snapped
a life
fell apart.
A heart
bowed in
despair
quaked at
the thought
of this
happening.
A great dedication in remembrance of a great friend and poet..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, very thoughtfully constructed