My miracle unknown, my
gift unreceived
A flickering candle barely seen.
Wish I had the chance to
touch your face, stroke
your hair, see
your eyes, your smile.
Wish I had a memory of having
heard your cries, a laugh, a sigh
held you before I said goodbye.
You had to leave, had to go before
you'd arrived. It's
forbidden, couldn't be. But
you were loved.
And we'll never know
what you might have been.
Interesting write.
You might enjoy reading Tafore's poem in Gitanjali (available in English) .. Jivane jato puja halo na sara.
I might post few translations of these old poems.
SG
You might enjoy reading Tafore's poem in Gitanjali (available in English) .. Jivane jato puja halo na sara.
I might post few translations of these old poems.
SG
Can rely to this one.
Excellent.
Sandie May Angel