Like the radar of a satellite
High up near the clouds
You feel the pulse of my being
That least wavers in its bliss
Like the waves of delight
That sweep across the oceans blue
You touch the cord of friendship
That lies awakened in its present hue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweeping i liked...is that, that ocean blue Janani? ...blue, of course, is not your tone in these lines! 10