lust reduces you to beast
but love reduces you to nothing.
isn't lust more kind than love?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Julius Kronberg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The young lady and her lover in their country clothes sneak up on a hill in an abandoned home in the back yard near a wall and an ancient oak tree vistas in the valley below magnificent, vast open spaces they look into each others' smiling eyes their hearts throb he sits on a rock while she leans in his lap her head resting on his knees her eyes closed in a bliss he gently hold her face and give her kisses of love the ivy on the wall and the anthuriums in the pot lean towards them and smile. -Inspired by a Julius Kronberg's painting PS: I am going to post the poem elsewhere at this site. Thanks to Arun for posting the painting here.