Riding on a time machine
Running with mysterious desires
Bragging in pensive mood
Blankness, as it will never happen
Pride, as she is hidden in my heart
Living, with the memories of adolescence mind
It’s bliss in my solitude.
My desire flies like a daffodil
With its golden wings
Moves the wings with pleasure
Over the vales, over the sea
Floats long above the sky
To find her among the multitude
A girl of my dream with curly black hair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expression of a romantic poem and it reminds teenage first love. Thanks. B. Halder
Thanks for your comment, Sir.