Look at them: him and her,
They are tranquilized neither,
nor aware of the surroundings,
They are not glued with binders,
But stick with each other as the staplers,
They have never smelled the laughing gas,
But always smile and laugh aloud at each other,
Their eyes are not covered with the opaque glass,
But they can’t see what is in front and afar,
They are in trance as she chases her dream prince,
He is possessed shaking his heads even to his hand phone,
They roam around the valleys and hills,
Holding each other, as the mother of other,
Caring each other with nice words and messages,
They are inseparable from their gadgets,
Well connected and well informed,
Lovers of these days are blessed,
Not as those days of ‘pigeon’ love,
Waiting is the trait for our ancient love,
Where postman had to deliver the palm leaves,
Look at them: him and her,
He is following her as the morning rooster..
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.
Lovers of these days are blessed, Not as those days of ‘pigeon’ love so aptly penned a truth!
No waiting any more. It is love, love, and love. Nicely presented in the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
, , , , wonderful poem, , , , great work, ,