When it speaks
It picks
Its height
To feel right
Nothing remains important
It happens instant
You are losing grip
And fail to keep
You are in the control
Of someone's call
He draws you near
And you too are going very near
It is purely human way
Where you find safety to go away
With strangers
And silently offer
Such is kind of feeling!
Where everything is done willingly
No force is exerted
But soul is always delighted
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is purely human way such kind of feeling comes on while reading such nice poem shared. Beautiful definitely.