Casuarina tree
shed its leaves
between life & death;
I live to give you
in return.
Enclosed within Noah’s Arc
in the company of
nostalgic alphabets,
I gazed at the moon
pondering over
the abortive pains of love.
Now,
the rain
dissolves me,
to merge with it.
Like dreams,
rain loses its drives…
Very evoking. Depth between - existing in - your lines. keep on, sjg
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is hearty like rain shower Maria