Loving is so easy for me
Waiting in the shade of the gulmohar tree
Whistling soft tunes of love
And playing with a flower between fingers
And staring at the windows where
Quite often the image appears and disappears
Loving is easy
It looks so simple in the mirror
Clean and suave; the image is so near
I can touch it; and dream about it.
Longing grows at night
When lying in bed I hear her
Voice flitting around the courtyard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely sense of place and feeling- one can practically feel the delicate love with this poet.
Thanks Julia for giving your time. It is nice feeling getting inspiring comment from a great poetess.