“What to do “I am impulsive
Totally ignorant and submissive
Neither I can be selective
Nor subjective
I listened to her attentively
And came out openly
In support her for contention
As she raised less questions
I was feeling magic spell
She was adding more and more to tell
I was getting ready to feel
As it was her own will
I gazed into her eyes
And tried
To know the inner depth
I really missed a beat with long breath
I felt it like night dream
Where she was in form of sun’s beam
I closed eyes and tried to remember
Was she trying to say anything with offer?
I felt it like night dream Where she was in form of sun’s beam I closed eyes and tried to remember Was she trying to say anything with offer?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your wording is sublime. 9 Oct by Anonymous Freak to Like night dream