counting the men
standing between them
you could say
they are galaxies apart!
counting the way
the paths divide
and circle round
the countless trends
you could feel
that they are galaxies apart!
they dont talk
neither do they walk
hand in hand or
cross paths ever
and greet each other sure
they are in two pots
the world of heroic thoughts
one a molten metal
another a mould of petal
they breathe not the air
they speak not in fear
bless the words they silence
and they have homes wider apart
yet, souls of compelling beauty
adhesive equality
destined to partiality
divined to immortality
they torch their passions
across the full moon nights
reaching for each other's sight
staying touched just for seeking delight...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem