The book stays put
On the table
Beside the unfinished dinner.
The half-read poem
Reaches out
To the other half now in my heart.
Thoughts warm up
to a romantic song
Playing in my energized mind.
No solitude could
Survive the way
You kill the distance between us.
You angered the wind
As you ran
your fingers through my dishelved hair.
I pissed off the winter
As I pulled
my feet back Into the blanket.
The helpless rain
Though, all night
Remained knocking on the closed window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Seema. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.