I can show your eyes the serenity of starry night,
Even if you are gleaming under the brightness of day.
I can put in your ears the sweet sound of serenade,
Even if you don't have anyone to sing under your balcony.
I can make you smell the moist scent of season's first rain,
Even if you are striving hard in the scorching heat of sun.
I can let your body feel the angry touch of storm,
Even if you are wrapped with the safety of a home.
I can feed your mouth the taste of warm affection,
Even if you are sitting still in the absence of your lover.
No, no, no,
I'm not a God with a heavy thunder on hand.
I'm not a witch carrying a magical wand.
I'm just a poet holding a pen in my hand.
Superb! ! ! Only poets can do this by writing good poems and for sure you are among them. Loved it.
Yeah, a poet can weave a magic with the pen. Nice drop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
proud that i know a talent like u amazing verses