heart wishful cajoles by the gleams of love
dream seems to rave up by the art of belief
rhythm when true never yet blemishes the blue
soul yet razzles beyond the colors quantum
breath bestirred expands obsessive by addiction
blue when never expends by the distinctions
bailing the reeks of faded anger eccentric
flower still blossoms by the flames of green
moments roll on across the veil of tunes
blinding the hours bequeathing the sorrow
as each speckle of etalon festers the rune
joy simply knock of on the next door
desire smoulders on the edges of passion
rain yet deeper by the vale of ascension
dream slowly descends by the paint of the green
the fragrance still drills swooning the flames
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘dream slowly descends by the paint of the green the fragrance still drills swooning the flames’…. Dreams ripples the VIBGYOR…fragrance swigs the rave ravel…like a fairy journey…through the word plexus with emotive nexus… thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10