A pyramid of goblets
Trickling wine down
Filling each
Who shall take what
And how it blends
In the blood
For the spirit
In the head
Is a matter
Of luck and chance
We move
In a dark maze
The only good happening
While finding
A way out
We meet
When your laughter
Like petals of roses
Your red lips
In between the dimples
On your cheeks
On a sad evening
When it just happens
That we talk for eternity
In a moment
Before you leave
And then all the long night
I talked of your long hairs
9/12/2008
Is this a goodbye if then its sad whatever nicely expressed ++++++10 as always regards anjali
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I would like to translate this poem
good 'wine of love'...good spirits..make you talk sweet all the night...beautiful ending lines, Sadiq...the poem talks of facts more than her long hairs...10