Who is that most merciful
Without weighing and admonishing
My all wickedness and designs of evils
With a whisper of call and eye blinking
Washed way like an expert brush man
I am a child again
You make me a friend
Your love is such a strong
No wrong doings
Prevent you
Your love is a pack of thousand storms
You jerk me, you rock me
Your love is the best
Better than million dances
rays of the fire ball
over the plants
your love is such a wise
better than the world of owls
never digs
the dead history
of the past of my life
Wonder and fragrance
a soft touch of feelings
your love and pardon
blown out senses by a concrete wind
the song of all wisdoms
make me a man
who does not fear any more to fall
from the high cliff
again
The poem you done here has a lot of feeling peaks..different altitudes and valley slope..which make readers travel the words with so good feeling_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every feeling is very precious if generated from a genuine mind and your attribution of great traits to him/her illustrate the higher strata of your mind. The mighty ocean always reflects the authentic generosity of innumerable rivers carrying plentiful of water to it.. Great write.. consider a little editing where required.