How much you would like to unfold,
I do not know.
The tender leaves and the pink purple flower
Of the Touch-Me-Not resemble you quite,
Fresh and green, soft and open, but
Averse to touch.
How much you would like to unfold,
I do not know.
Would you unfold if I sing at midnight
A serenade of love at your window?
And stand beside you with a rabbit's ears
To listen to you?
Dhaka
27 June 2015
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Beautiful romantic poem unfolding the petals of love. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing Sir!
Thanks for the kind words, @Geetha Jayakumar. Your comment has certainly left me more inspired to 'keep writing'.
@Leila A, Thank you very much for reading my poem and leaving a kind appreciation here. I appreciate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short poem with a touch of sweet romance! A woman is a mystery......! Quite hard to know how much she will open up..... It all depends upon her mood and her mental make up at the time. Her comparison to the " Touch me not' is very apt and fanciful! A 10