Wonders of the world,
neither those built by hand
nor bought by man, more precious
than the historic ones; as I can
see around things that elevate my spirits,
glory too much to bear, as that of the Canyon by the Colorado;
hear my much loved songs
and bury grief like the secrets in the ancient Pyramids;
feel the tender palms of my new born
and know how blessed I am, godsend from the Basilica;
laugh to my mind’s contentment
that grants me longevity as the Great Wall;
taste palatable dishes,
and drown my desires to the depths of the Panama;
touch and be touched, the swelling care and affection,
make me scale the Empire State;
above all, love you more than I love me
like Mumtaj Mahal by the legendary king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really liked it. A good write.