lying stretched out on our bed
with pyjamas clinging to you,
curtains drawn shut
and the big duvet is somewhat blue
and you are covered from your toes to your breast
when the sun goes dim
and inside are you and I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh for a chance to sleep. Night is still faraway. Lovely, lovely but short expression. Read my poems sometimes Mohabeer Beeharry