Behind the veiled faces
Lies lacerating realities
Of beauteous faces
Which once were so heavenly for me.
Loving the dark shaded nights,
Hides all the faces behind its dark colours
quester of beauty i am now
Tell the dusk to wait a little more
Should i face the reality?
Or tell the moon to stay for a while more.
My conscience is flooded now
Chocking in the unveiled faces.
Which once were so heavenly for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem