Ashes of time
Senses lie down as ashes,
lifts it up again by breeze of time.
On fogging veil of uncertainty,
she floats away into horizon.
Encircled by trade winds,
she turns into hurricane.
In holocaust of emotions,
tiny lives take magic births.
In carnival of unseen nature,
seasons sprout in fresh buds.
Images dance elegantly as silky leaves,
sprinkling freshness in air.
Tear of happiness drips unaware.
As cool as dew, it falls on your feet.
Shifting, you turn feet aside.
Your anklets cling in my soul.
Somewhere beyond fathoms,
I hear passionate murmurs of love,
Smell of life rise from raw earth,
body and mind merge in ecstasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem