Ants inter my dreams
In their subterranean worlds,
And love sprouts.
subterranean worlds the royal palace of heart where love lives with free will!
Very true, Poet. Love, like lotus, sprouts from depths unknown.
A thought provoking poem. Brilliant lines with superb imagery. When dreams are interred, reality dominates.
Thank you Rose Marie. Yes. By clinging to the dreams, we shoo away the reality. And when we come out of the dream world, we are face to face with reality. We are awed by it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery to depict the timeless concept of love. A huge 10.
Hi Nosheen, Obliged. Thank you for the wonderful observations.