As a kid, babbled your songs
Knowing, not, tail from head
Or, what I did, good or bad
Trust, they served lullabies
In my youth, whispered them
Freely, lavishly and sumptuously
For quenching my romantic thirst
As I did love them, frantically
As a grown up, listened serenely
Deriving heavenly pleasure from them
Daring not to sing any, for a fear
Since they appeased me, absolutely
Being a matured, I hoard them now
In my hearty trunk, securely, reverently
In total mysticism, for what ever
I do not know quite well, Hearty Singer!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion of life, Compassion of love, To listen to the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.