An evening, when we wear a belt together
You were narrating a sory
in your husky voice
You told me
You felt tremor of emotions
You put your thigh
on my thigh
You bolted the door of silence
We flew to the moon
on that night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tight already on a sharing belt, tremor initiated inside, words shut out, emotions fly sky high to see moon...a bolt of silence from the blue lit sky... good artful write, Ershad...10