No pep-talks will work
as good as your love
on my shrunk heart.
Your luscious lips
pour into my mouth the earthly ambrosia!
No vineyard can grow so rich grapes
that can satiate my summer-parched soul!
What paradise could have such a spring hold
that we draw and paint together as we fold and unfold?
I am bolder than Adam and you are as much as Eve!
We savor and relish our red rose fashioned hive!
Moral-police are as quick as the God!
What if we are thrown in the custody of Pluto?
Lovers dare the write-up of the cold futurity!
With the alchemy of love in an hour we gain eternity!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem