Budding with youth and
beautifulness, she walks
along the grassy path of
her home.
The wind plays with her
hairs and clothes.
Even the trees shed theirs
leaves to cushion her
soft ankles.
With walks that kill hearts
and her hips that sway like
wave in the ocean.
How can anybody control and
not looks her with lust and
love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem