How I hanker for words few,
Not in appreciation
perhaps in anger true.....
Real and natural
Tailored not;
with the softening edge
of hypocrisy......
True and from the heart
Sane and mundane
everyday words
putting the simplicity
Of friendship
on its tracks
As the smooth vehicle;
of conversation
trudges on.....
It is more your voice
Like music
To thirsty ears.....
Than you yourself
How will you this understand?
Touch my poetry
My beloved with your voice
Add music of your choice.....
Sing till tears
Un-heeding fall;
Washing the pain within
and tranquility bathes you....
From within.....
Like an angel
She would be present;
Perhaps this quaint air
With lovely magic fill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.