Sleeping beauty I called her
She gave a magic touch to my eyelids
And spread as dreams
Blue necked peacock I called her
She leaned on my shoulder
Clasped my hand and walked with me
Deer Oh my dear female deer I called her
She held her fingers before her red lips
And blew a flying kiss in the air
Honey Oh sweet Honey I called her
She came like gentle breeze
Smiled, curved her lips
And wrote a beautiful poem on my lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a simple romantic moment captured in eternity in few and beautiful words....lovely the artistry of a seasoned poet loved it cheers :)