And the poet asked “Who will buy the garden’s sweet shivers? Who will buy the blissful mirth on dawn’s smiling lips?”
I listened to how my mother sang these lines, and for a moment I saw the young girl she was. She was too young to be a mother. Forever. But she was already one. Too late. How do one pay for someone’s lost days?
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Triste Infiniment
Posted: October 16, 2013 in Death, Life, Love, Pain, PoetryTags: color, difference, distance, distinct, dull, infinie, infiniment, infinite, Life, nandini, Pain, parallel, poem, Poetry, sadness, sickness, transparent, triste, tristesse, universe, universes
You and I, we’re infinite;
Hence it is fated that we’d never meet.
Parallel in universes
Parted by mindsets,
United by tristesse infinie.
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T/N : Triste Infiniment : Infinitely Sad ; Tristesse infinie: Infinite sadness / melancholy