In this
Heatwave,
When my
Bed becomes
A furnace,
Sleep evades
Me....
But to
While away
My time,
I dare not
Dream about my
Beloved, lest the
Night invades me
: -)
A descriptive write about summer heat. Nicely conceived and written,10+++ (Though u disabled the ratings)
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Asim, I'm glad you liked the composition.