Love likes not
showing off relationship
smile on face or tear drops,
both make my heart rip.
Ever waiting eagerly
for her appearance
when confronted,
mind becomes an hindrance.
Comes like a fresh air,
away she goes a hurricane
tolerate she will not,
me going great pains.
Yet, loves me so much
as a princess of yore
always cursing the boat,
can not navigate to shore.
Nothing is physical
in our love
wagging tongues
all hand in glove.
Beauty a trap and
love being a cage
Wonder! gets entangled
even a sage.
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Yet loves me so much as a princess of yore, always cruising the boat, can not navigate to shore. To bad she can't reach the shore Tribhawan. Your last stanza tells the story. great write.
Thanks for sharing. You have just answered some of my questions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The relationship of a poet with his Muse is beautifully described here. She comes as a puff of fresh air and leaves as a hurricane! Beautiful imagination! !