Just to emblem my passion
My thought becomes pregnant
And gives birth to holy love
In my tender heart.
My heart then remains so busy
To nourish my sacred love
As one rears her dearest baby
With her care and dream.
With the joy of creation
I soar on the wings of poesy
In the sky of eternal beauty
Only to feel ecstatic.
Like the heavy showers of rain
In me a great feeling showers
Only to eternize the moments
Full of beauty and truth in Love.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.11.
Copyrights@August02,2015(1: 10am) .
Just to emblem my passion My thought becomes pregnant And gives birth to holy love In my tender heart. ...... .....wonderful.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fine poem. You deserve 10+.