Oftentimes I sit in the backyard
Of my home staring at the path
That extends from the stair to the
The bed of sands into the river
Watching you walking down the
Path with a pitcher in the waist
My soul gets excited in joy and
My limbs begin to shake and shiver
The golden ray of the morning sun
Falls on your face and you look
Like a goddess of beauty that stays
In my heart to be worshiped forever
The golden ray of the morning sun Falls on your face and you look Like a goddess of beauty that stays In my heart to be worshiped forever...nice poetic expression. Intensive love is inscribed here incisively. Beautiful poem
That is a very very beautiful compliment Sir. Honored.Thanks a ton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully penned! 10
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