A Word dropped careless on a Page
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
Infection in the sentence breeds
We may inhale Despair
At distances of Centuries
From the Malaria -
Words cannot describe the lyrics of her poetry... their melody is divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
................beautifully penned, ....an intriguing aspect of writing ★