The spell of your love has petrified me,
In your absence, I am like that stone constantly staring the vacuum streets.
The chisel of your love has given me forms
Carved and shaped a new form out of me everyday
Sitting like a canvas to be painted by that magical brush
Dipped in the color of “love”, paint me!
Hither Kusum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Juan, thanks for liking it. Looking forward for your writings too!