I simply desire the colour
Of you and itself.
I aim for a laughter, in this dormitory
For sleeping and repose.
I am ill, you are unique, and I am
Asleep, like a mule who passes to a town.
I was a stall in this picnic-area,
Like the authority of food and catering.
The cooking splendidly encompasses the whole,
So holy are they and how hungry am I?
How beautiful is your sight?
And I want your eyes like the arisen morning,
The dawn is brighter than midnight.
I aim for your surprise and funniness,
Like the rudeness of an insect.
I am ill and now out of bed,
Fixing my breath, and kissing the pillow
With lips to sparkle and create an explosion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Naveed, such a well expressed write👍👍👍