sea..
dense with salt..
made of tears...
you are that...
dead sea.....
being a river,
all my journeys
end up in you....
river..
nothing before
a wide expanse of water...
but the density reduces...
when fresh words
pierce your soul...
ecstasy...
supreme bliss.....
tears taste sweet......
we don't need words to converse........
being addicts of poetry
we live life fully.................
[I only contributed in providing the title]
Prem, Again a comment of yours, a message, I place for all to read and feel the beat of your heart! Leena
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nilaa enke... ninaivukal ange.........