When the drops
cool and confident
conditioned by the
skies above
fell upon the
bowls of clay
spread across the
lanes of waste
watched in taste
did I
with a kid heart
and kidding brain
the bangles of beauty
that sprung upon
the breast of mud
in endless coils
connecting the pool
of my backyard
to the distant land
as if curls of energy
voltaged by heavens
are passing the messages
from mysterious monsters;
some spell has been chanted
the silent waters
happy and content
spring up surprises
blushing the blushing maiden
of the village garden
whose innocence
ignited by embers of touch
from the looks of
erring stranger...........
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I would like to translate this poem
i could feel each word between my fingers!