Had I not crafted your company
No sorrow could have crept in.
Had you not shelved your consent
No sorrow might have stayed in.
The game is lost; the play is lost.
Finality of our separation is certain.
Yet the reminiscence stands to gain.
13.03.2001, Pmdi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The depressed state of mind....you've crafted very well...love and hate are twin children...only tolerance can monitor them...excellent write