As you go on hide by the blue
still you ripples by the colors
the palette when paints the art of love
the fountain flows crying by the cliff
leaf still sways by its swing
love enlightens the soul over the pain
when diffusing the light over sorrow
rain when comes over the deep clouds
thunders yell bouncing over the shadow
the sound when echoes by the conk shell
God when allows the man to hear the pangs
love still descends by the grace when undying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memorable lines abound in this graceful, eloquent offering. Dr..Kar, you are indeed a poet worthy of the name. Warmest regards, Sandra