MY PALACE AND MY QUEEN
Though it is a hut in a slum
it is spacious and neat to stay
With all comforts I am writing there
My angel serves as a maiden to me
when iam wandering in the world of dreams
Her hand will gently spray the air from a handy fay
She cared that even sweat should not hinder my creations
Her eyes will watch the sky
to prevent my poems from the rain drops
Her hands will carry a candle
to continue my writings at the dark nights
My home may be a hut and she may be an aged wife
It is my Palace, and She is my queen.
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem