Bodies die of getting envious, seeing the happiness
Of two souls; the souls seem to lead the flowery life
Of fairies. Seeing that, bodies spread the sighs
Of hell into their eyes, lips and faces.
Their two souls, as it were, becoming a butterfly,
Fly in infinite pleasure with two colorful wings;
Love has given them the speed of light;
Their two lives become full to the brim in faith.
How far Mexico is and how far Bengal!
Still their two souls flirt together
At a fixed place round the clock day and night;
They have built their palace
Everywhere in air, into water and on soil.
Seeing the happiness of two souls, their two bodies
Get perplexed and cry for each other in two different countries.
amazing in colors of love your poem of soul
.........a beautiful poem...sometimes happiness is like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow....
Stunning write bursting with longing for your beloved in a far land, with beautiful imagery, seeing the happiness of souls you and your beloved cry with such longing for each other! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice one, carry on. Good job man. Bless you.
Thanks a lot.