Moments are flying over
Throwing its shadow on me
And I'm crushed under
so many incidents
I have caught few of their imprints
In my mind
Of them most prominent are
The memories of my dead parents
And of the face of my unborn son
Whom I didn't allow to come
Out of the darkness
Someday again in disguise
He entered through backdoor
As a flash of lightning
And laughed at the darkness
I had hiding and flew away
The walls of my bedroom
Are full of memories painted
A lot enter everyday
And goes out non
But it is vacant
As it was at the beginning
And I'm still alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moments fly over imprints of memories and life sustains with hope and attitudes. Very interesting and amazing composition shared really.10