When I miss you
I’m dried up,
In the sky melt
My magic dreams.
Magnolias
Make me dizzy,
Like the valley’s
Delightful nymphs.
Expectation…
On the vital branch
Rest tiny buds –
My vague dreams.
On the glossy cheeks
Run down and stream
Drops of tears –
My last pearls.
When I miss you
I’m dried up,
The seven feelings
Melt in the winds.
Don’t approach me
If you don’t love me.
Believe me, dear,
You won’t stir strings.
Mistrust and doubt
Drained tear pools,
Doubt dug out
My strength and roots.
That silver sound,
Tranquil and timid,
Is a baritone
Coveted and wished.
I help this heart
To respond, to work.
Believe, this heart is
A sharp tuning fork.
Soft like dew but sharp like cry to penetrate.... Doubt dug out My strength and roots. Magnificent. Sometimes truth is such hard which makes us stop to reward the memory line again. Thank you for sharing. Regards, pranab.
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful ink.there is love and emotion and flow is so smooth.loved it.