My heart's innate passion sick eyes tonight
Transcend distances in space
Seek you out in the fragrance-ripe orchard
Loving, you grow in my craze
The tiny wings of your nascent dreams
Flapping seek me out in haste
Let me have, my Dove, your feather touch feels
On my aching shoulder blades
11 02 2009
Forever My Valentine... My heart’s innate passion sick eyes tonight Transcend distances in space; Seek you out in the fragrance ripe orchard, Loving you grow in my craze; The tiny wings of your nascent dreams, I hear now, reach me out in haste; Let me have, my Dove, your feather touch Feel on my aching shoulder blades! The copied parts are my favorite. perfect poem! ! !
Kessav ''Cupid'' Easwaran...You have penned yourself one Valentine, that captures ''The Heart'' of the day, my friend! F j R 2009
A passionate verse stimulated by the valentine fever....its in the right measure to set the still feelings afloat! ! ! ! ! ! Fantastic...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
VERY POETIC IMAGERY HAS BEEN CREATED HERE, BRILLIANT KESAV IT DESERVES 10
One of my earlier poems here. Yes. Romantic imagery. Thanks a lot Soran for your nice words
The tiny wings of your nascent dreams, I hear now, reach me out in haste
‘…The tiny wings of your nascent dreams, /I hear now… Brilliance [Unusual mental ability]…you’ve Sir…what is audiophonic becomes visual…and visuals become audiophonoc… [As here]… Yeah its poets have the wings imaginable and unimaginable and their beyond…to fly in fathomless canvas… 10+ [from heart] Ms. Nivedita UK
Let me have, my Dove, your feather touch Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a gush of love...... like the ganges falls on the head of Lord Shiv... so poetic...so powerful... keshavji...you are a word-engineer...poet...ha...ha.... do you like my word: 'poet: word-engineer'