Your presence always bring
the bliss and an alluring spring,
all over my heart
and that is your imposing art.
Now its time for me to go away
and literally I have to push each day
very hardly, with a sweet pain
to see my soul again.
Promise, we meet soon
before next full moon.
And with you I walk along
to the dreamworld where we belong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Vishnu. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks