Chembbaratthi poovu

Annu neeyyente mathram chembbarathi

Enno nee verum nonmbarrathi

Ente chankkennu ninacchora chembaratthi 

Nee innum verum nonbarathi mathrammo

Those days you were my red Hibiscus flower.

Today you became a flower of painful memories.

I thought that flower was my heart.

Today that flower became mere achy heart.

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

first time i am seeing regional language poem, thank you for sharing, why would that flower become achy?

-jessy jacob

[Linda alexander]

A villain came idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis and simply took that flower away.

[JessyJacob]

how can one pluck the heart itself, he might have dared to but couldnt and you in illusion that it changed, but it remained your hibiscus flower ever no one could dare to pluck from it as it is rooted deep in heart that no one could pluck it.

[Arundass TP]

Good poem. Loved it reading

[Linda alexander]

Thanks, a lot for the review.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow. You hit the The emotions of a heartbreak with a bulls eye.

[Linda alexander]

Thanks a lot for the review. Soul is ever living is one consolation price. Grief is not bad if you find strength and dignity in it and grieving for the soul you cherish always. It is tough that is for sure.