The dying yesterday tries to survive
Under the wing of its own despondence
But the joy of today still here alive
With its last vapour of faith to condense
And tomorrow’s sparkle now starts to gleam
For a painted vase holds the day that’s gone
As stars grasp the sky and bathe in new beam
The dying past weeps forgetting the dawn
No shadow to haunt those shadowy days
Of that forgotten path no more dreaming
The faded last hours darken their ways
For the blues of heaven now starts screaming
The dying day summons- adieu of pain
When clouds of hope bring days full of rain
Written on the afternoon 15th June,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem