He was a wanderlust untill he met those mazy eyes,
Every thing fainted in that rain even the existence of time.
Even swoosh of the gust took a halt to feel the fragrance of her hairs
The burst of her laughclung to his soul,
As if it is tantamount.
She was so lively that even oxygen needed her to survive.
She was his everything
She was his answer to the prayers to shooting stars,
She was not his.
The microscopic mole beneath the veer of her lips,
Her smile and shrugs,
Were no less than marijuana or drugs.
More than once,
He has fallen asleep talking to her photograph
Woke up with it.
Where the trait of true love was getting extinct,
He came like Avatar of Cupid.
He found his moon in her.
A moon with gravity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem