A great delight of warm recognition
As you offered me a wide openness,
My worn out soul found an invitation
To regain all my lost out happiness.
As the morning sun arrives – fresh n bright,
Birds chirping all around their welcome tunes –
As the earth gets bliss to an immense height
I too danced with thee, made my glee commune.
You filled my heart’s nest with your tender touch,
Mended my mind with your spontaneous love,
I knew I love you, but you loved me much.
Now on I swear that we’ll be hands in gloves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘…Now on I swear that we’ll be hands in gloves.’ I’d prefer hearts in gloves…the poem is exudeding ...purepassion galore….well is a poem consecrated to your beloved…whom you kept alive aglow …lambent …lucent…its called Love Divine…enjoyed Kaku 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK