Last night Love came offering her hand
Wrapped in gossamer beams,
In silent breaths of moist dreams;
As I stood baring the petals of my soul
To a flow of slow dew drips;
She came oozing radiant love
With nectar in her pursed lips.
A river of compassion kept murmuring
In ceaseless ripples of love in her eyes,
Calming the surges of Tsunami
That at the depth of desire lies;
She was nameless every love
For which each creature
In a strange silence inwardly dies.
There was that love glistening in the eyes
That you so oft see in leaves' eyes,
When the delayed Sun
Under the cover of clouds hopelessly sighs.
The long desire of snow for a small spark,
Of wind to be caught in a meaningful flame,
Of something to melt into a sweet nothing
Of Time's yearning for an eternal timeless fling.
Of the desire lurking in eyes of sun to merge
Into an engulfing emptiness under sky's bower
Of Spring's desire to die into the loveliest flower
Under unexpected drops of passion-rain
Blissfully forgetful about all attendant pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem