Hope, A poem.
A Poem on Yearning
The hope in our journey is no longer vivid
Darkness spread far and wide over the pathways of life
You were my only brace
through the heavy sighs of sorrowful nights
No more in the garden of my heart
will the morning smile
night upon nights follow, one after the other
It’s an old habit of lovers,
to spend their whole life.
trapped in their memories, silently,
I set out on this journey with you in the hope that you would be my side every step of the way
who could anticipate such a parting
The hands that no longer touch.
and the shattered dream
has now disappeared.