Art which comes out naturally,
Has it's own lustrous splendor,
States the obvious beautifully,
Leaving the reader emotionally tender,
Feelings expressed in my poetry,
Are a hint of my life's geometry,
Like for a soldier is his epaulet,
It's a sweet memory I'll never forget,
An adoring sight of you,
With your gaze fixed upon me,
Your beautiful hairs untied,
Standing there & smiling upon me,
Eyes filled with serene affection,
Reminding me of a divine connection,
In this world where I'm discrete,
For a moment at least I feel complete,
When you'll be my mate,
When you'll be by my side,
Even my elusive disciplinary fate,
Will make new laws to abide,
Black clouds will disappear,
Again the sun will shine,
Joyous will be the atmosphere,
All anarchic events will align.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem