Holding the lingerie
Of the night fading into dark
I had flowers growing
On the tendrils of my palms
I had the ribbon on my bow
Starched collar white
Moments wished a mused dance
Like smoke risen from amber
Let the while I dream
The festival of the New Year
To kiss the rose petal together
From the bouquet of your love
1/1/2010
To Ms Nivedeta Bagchi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem