Sleeping soundly in the arms
Of the "lover"
Kept her feelings on the table
And juggled ‘em around.
The innocent eyes
Could never see past
the curtain of his eyes.
And when they did,
he was already gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Asavri Dhillon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.