Four simple letters written in bliss.
Beautiful and tender as a blown kiss.
Smiles and words are tender, strong.
Slake your torment, make you belong.
Never yield love, to angels in skies.
Soon they’ll be off and bid good byes.
For years in waste we burn our house.
Flames only willingly, with love douse.
We eagerly hide in comely bowers,
dream them away, our blooming flowers.
We dance to the tune of luring thrusts
To the highs of boon, not trap of busts
Four lil alphabets that weigh in as love,
Save us a home and spare us a shove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem