I Will Not Talk About Her Anymore

I Will never talk about her again

She's gone with the wings of time

The spectrum is with the guards

Left the feathers of loneliness.

Enthusiasm is missing now

In the subdued air

I only see the scars of sadness in the aureate moonlit.

On the crest of zarul tree at midnight

Cries the feeble wind

The poetic cosmos waits to take birth from the womb of a girl

I won’t talk about her to the shore

I am immersed in the secret talks of subjugation

Swallowing the filth of loneliness today

I will leave behind witnesses of boundless solitude

Yet I will never talk about her.