Don’t be angry on my missteps
I do, while I dance with you
As my anklets wish to jiggle
So softly to hear your heart
Don’t blame me on my hoarse voice
While I chorus with you dear
As my larynx wish to sing
So softly to merge your soul
Don’t stare for my dowdy look
Although wearing florid stones
They say they can’t outwit those
Shining glare, your lovely smile
Don’t leave me for dispirited deeds
Insensible, cold and pale even
As I can’t express my dear self
Although, a tide does twirl inside
Sandhya
12.11.2009
wah....wah... a beautiful composition............
sandhya, i envy on you dear..... for you, poetry is a never ending song..............
nicely requested.. as a man should.. good poem sir.
nice feelings...nice expression...nice joyous tides inside...happy times Sandhya...happy poem indeed...10
a poem gentle passion beyand which modesty will dare to be expressive. i loved it. shan marks 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I m honoured to be the frst one to comment on this..in one word its simply nice