Gleaming oars of crescent
Rowed slow wind like water,
Whole afternoon.
You, on the gallery of sun
Counted shadows of your
Fallen fingerprints.
Best part of my dream is
To expose its bold mystery,
Inside your laughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem Sanjukta......loved it 10++++++++++++