In my memory,
Precious as ivory.
She keeps floating,
Slowly, slowly.
In my treasury,
Remains my bravery.
Passing from her,
Slowly, slowly.
I see live scenes,
Lovely scenes,
Missing, living and loving,
Slowly, slowly.
Suddenly am afraid,
Will she be in me?
Or get away from me,
Slowly, slowly.
Dedicated to the Mystery Girl.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 25/08/2019
your writings are attracting me slowly slowly and very sweetly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy your work I would love to know more about you I relate to the way you write sometimes expressing something you don't want people to know but.......you want people to know. You know :)