To A Chonguri

Your strains of woe - a mournful flow-
At times they groan, at times they moan;
Each throb recalls the vanished hour and bids the soul to thought!

Oh! Chonguri! if ever your voice
Would flood my ear with murmuring joys,
And soothe the heart that sorrows sway and turn its tears away!

Where can I find your smile so fair,
Adorned with joy and beauty rare?
I hear but sobs that anguish feeds, hurled from a heart that bleeds!

by Nikoloz Baratashvili

Comments (7)

....flows and rhymes very nicely ★
You surely know how to wrote, I like each and every poem of yours
LOL...AT first line I tought this would be the same.
heck wifes are only fun for the first year lol. I think this is a very good and funny poem. *Purkey Girl*
this is great: DXDXDXDXD
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