Beauty only a shy
Once a joy is on fly
For the joy now kissing her
And a silence of love descends!
II
Dancing with the wolves on a Spring morn
My feets are soft. Do not forget my early sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing abstract…thanks Poet Shamik for ‘…Do not forget my early sun.’ I’m not forgetting For Nascent Sun a fluffy 10++++ Ms. Nivedita UK