I place my heart,
In her warm bossom,
And I only wish,
To caress her,
Forget my days,
Plainly whitewashed,
Locked in life,
Live in her living.
Her gorgeous image invades,
The barren heartland I breathe.
Exactly where we are?
Neither She is aware,
Not I as well.
But there is She,
And there is me.
The question should remain,
Meanwhile our love must sustain.
Dedicated to the days I will live in her.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 26/06/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice sir