As the festoon is raised
High to touch the sky
Her heart beats fast as if
In happiness she would die
Stars have descended in
A crowd in to her wet eye
Can’t make them to vanish
Though much she does try
The acceptance is genuine
His heart has love she needs
She must revel for good luck
A gift for all her good deeds
Into a new journey she sets
Out, may be the road is steep
The feet won’t ever slow down
When the color of his love is deep
@ Anil Kumar Panda 09/11/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Into a new journey she sets Out, may be the road is steep The feet won’t ever slow down When the color of his love is deep the last stanza sums up the thought, well-penned, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments