Love is burning like a cigar
The smoke is lifting from the hearts
The romantic flame is slowly
consuming and melting the souls
Leaving no trace of ash around
the smoke rings are floating in the air
As if clouds have descended from heaven
Creating a paradise, always dreamt for
Creating a paradise always dreamt for.The poem is able to create itself.Nicely crafted.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like cigar love is burning. This is leaving trace of ash around and clouds are floating. Love still is creating paradise. Brilliant poem is composed...10
Thanks Kumar for your comment Rini