As if touched by a golden brush
she looked young and glistening fresh,
Nice smile and slim body to boot
Enthralled my every nerve root,
A mild blowing of wind starts
Moving the saree covering her body parts,
Giving me a glimpse of her navel
made me take notice of that marvel,
Her bosoms moving in and out
Dreams in me began to sprout,
I approached her, desires running high
My moves, made her blush feeling shy,
After few intimate words with her
She agreed to be mine forever,
Deciding to spend our lives together
I finally choose my life partner.
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‘Giving me a glimpse of her navel made me take notice of that marvel …’ Sensuous zone very well addressed with poetic modesty. Love it. Ten. dr. sakti ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is very interesting. Looks like an indian poet who wrote this. it's very beautiful. the truth, the shyness and the beauty of indians brides are true.