Prem,
How can you say
No one reads your poems
When each night
I breathe in and inhale
Their fragrant breathe
Before I go to sleep
You know, my dear friend,
I've been with this Booklet
Day and night living with it
My thoughts too they fill
Today I sat outside my house
As no network for sometime
The words for your Dhyana Buddha
They came flowing from my heart
You have become a part of me
My thoughts you dictate
You command me to write and I do
Thoughts, style and words
None my own they've born anew
Most astonishing what we do
Like a Koel who calls
And the answering call
Floats back from afar
We two sing a song
Poem with words mingling
Like Jordan into the Dead Sea
From two mad poetic hearts!
Angelina
poetry in love issshhhhtyle..! ! ! seems like a romantic poetry night...lovely scripted! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and the answering call floats from afar.. this is one amazing poetry night Premji. really surreal and great metaphor, not to forget romantic. 10+++ Mamta