You got the greek letter Pi,
and Monalisa eye,
You recede to the backside wilderness,
where nature meet manmade in
all weird, bizarre manner,
but meaning elongating to millenia past,
There will be a vertice,
harvesting shadows of all meaningful things,
shadow that will talk to in the dark,
when fully camouflaged,
in the hall of fame nearby, my love,
you shall seek neither fame nor wealth,
but only love.
An imaginative poem that comes from the shadows of mind. All the past is absorbed by Love.+++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Upendra, such a splendid poem👍👍👍
Thank you Bernard.