As she stood as a morning flower
like she had bathed in a nectar shower
her fragrance rose to end the gloom
to make every flower in the garden bloom
With the cool wind she made my heart
to float in air for the cupid's stark
from then neither do i like the beautiful dew
nor do i think about the unknown few
for i want to see her beautiful face
and this is my life's pitiful case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heart-felt and lovely. thanks mate.