Sometime in the past i had a dream,
in which i was sitting dull on a
mountain hill.
I was the one who witnessed the
sharp bend in the horizon orange,
sinking sun in the west to the
unknown lovers breast(bosom) .
there he was with unstoppable
ease, until morning the love song
never did cease.
I woke up in the morn from last
night's dream forlorn.
Finding me once all alone, i felt the
need of another dream.
good indeed...............starting till end...Plz read my poems.Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thnku a lot...n read the recent one @soumita