You come to every door
Give me flowers,
I hear in your mouth ‘Good Morning'.
I to penetrate my nose to your breast
I've been making love all year.
Bite your lips I bring a world of ants,
If I didn't get a boat or a river;
If I could find you,
If I am not a boatman I would have been a lover!
You know I'm a man,
And I cannot touch the sky;
Touching you is my touching to sky!
If you're too far away how can my thirst to be ended
Come near to surrender you to me
Alas! How long your mad man doesn't get you in touch.
(KS16012020, Court Road Sreemangal)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This the love wanting much more to a lover.