I can hear the sound
Of her laugh in the deep
Foliage;
When cool wind in
Morn across field does
Silently graze;
I come out to find
Her walking down
The path;
Leading to the river
Where she plays and
Takes bath;
I follow her to
The river to see her
Getting undress;
To get washed with
Fragrance of her body
To feel fresh.
@ Anil Kumar Panda 28/10/2015
Thanks for sharing this lovely poem based on its fascinating narrative. Thank.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, love is blind hence watching undress will give only fragrance, thoughtful poem..Liked it.