I am yet at criss- cross
looking to the blooms
by the mango groves
the inflorescence on their heads
the feeling green by the fragrance
yet the breeze of ceaseless breath
calls me just to see you in tunes
when unveiled the waves by the passoin
history when in its own tolls crooning
yet raved up when snaffling through
still I wait to see you stunning glows
by your eyes when unveiled in its roll
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem