You
started
to stalk me
with your love
like a drizzle.
rains
have no
choice
but to
shower
themselves
out.
Now
I am
caught
in a draught
parched
Thank you Anjandevji. ‘Love that has gone' (to borrow the words of Sara Teasdale) leaves you parched..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How well you combined the love, nature and life together, Full ******
Thank you, Asimji. You have phrased your comments so beautifully and hearteningly that I have tears in my eyes