The tears of Spring

I searched for you today , on the stations

amongst those bereft of hope ,

glancing into tired faces of the lost ones.

And I remembered , being here alone, once in the past

pulling soulful emptiness in a bundle of emotions.

Even at that time fatigued eyes waited

for darkness to fall, shivering in front of destiny.

The spring cried over dark cloaks

the tears streamed into clenched fists,

trains were arriving….departing…

inviting casualties of life inside.

And today I searched for you wrapped up in fear

among the dreamers without dreams ,the rich without wealth,

the refugee with no birthplace , the homeless with no name.

Some say – you were seen on the edge of the desert,

they said – you have become a merchant of nostalgia

in quest for the second youth

And I only wanted one more time to touch

your hand , the warmth of my winters,

to say goodbye. That’s why I searched for you

on the stations, among those bereft of hope.

And the spring was crying , the tears streaming into

clenched fists. Everything seemed final in my life without you

The trains were arriving ….Departing ….Forever