A wake up cuddle followed by
Whispers of love secrets.
Sharing a view of autumn horizon by
Keeping conversation as a melody.
Resting on a grass lounge with blanket of stars where
silence conveys more than words.
A Glimpse of her which gives me a
night full of intoxication.
I am Ignorant, these are memories or my imagination,
My illusion of separateness or togetherness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Guhapriyan. Thanks