Wish I to paint your rosy lips,
Raven tress, also silvery face.
But all the tints fail to match such glimpse.
Nor my fingers can shape the grace.
Wish I to compose your giggle,
With the sound of bangle and anklet.
But no flute is played to mingle,
So soft, yet sweet note.
Must I be undoubtedly sure,
That no stigma can touch the sinless soul.
An open heart whose love is pure.
Only ‘You’ can feel my broken babble.
I wish no stigma touchs your beautiful thoughts big brother. Thanks for your inspiring comment(Indian widow) .
put one blindfold on your eyes tighten your wrists with silky scarves even this way you will find her by her song and scent among millions That is real love Poet! ! ! !
very good poem, feel broken babble, good write, go on. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So well inspiring! Nice piece. ^_^