ক্যাসিওপিয়া-সাহিত্য-পত্রিকা-দৈনিক-সেরা-লেখনি-সম্মাননা

When love dies
 How painful when love dies on the bark of a wild chestnut shell who is alone in the park on a wet sheet which sways on a dry branch and cries with red tears while in our bowels the snake in the shirt sleeps.
 How pa…

 

When love dies

 How painful

 when love dies

 on the bark of a wild chestnut shell

 who is alone in the park

 on a wet sheet

 which sways on a dry branch

 and cries with red tears

 while in our bowels

 the snake in the shirt sleeps.

 How painful

 when love dies

 in solitudes that sleep during the day

 and wait for the dark night

 to dream those dreams

 which you stole from me

 and selfishly guarded

 under white acacia

 in the shade of your garden.

 How painful

 when love dies

 in a procession without wreaths

 which walks slowly

 wet cobblestones

 and listens to the bells of his footsteps

 mourning the Sun.

 which falls into the abyss

 looking for their new trajectories.

 How painful

 when love dies

 and others are born

 and open their windows

 to wait

 clear rains in early spring

 come on my dear

 to be born again

 and we drive the snake out of trouble.

      Refik Martinović