Where Is My Love? Poem by tharindra galahena

The screaming sky in the morning, is now seems calm.
But I don’t know if he is still sad or he is fine.
Crying is a privilege that only some people have,
Which helps in washing away the sadness in the hearts.
But those who cannot cry have to carry the sadness in their hearts,
Only hoping that it will decay through time.
(But sometimes instead of decaying, it grows through time)

I’m walking in this evening listening to the friendly cries of crows.
(What am I saying? ! They sound awful) .
May be they are laughing at me while saying,
“My love is here with me, but where is yours? ”

I’m also asking the same question form myself,
Where is my love? Where have you gone?