Let me love you when the riddles of grasses grow,
The topaz sun never shows
Where the ladybirds sleep and sirens weep
In midst of tentative promises and hopes
Beneath your navel and earlobes
Beside the scratches and torn ink
Broods of paper and your lips so willing...
Under the green wood trees that breathe
Your scent, mine, together they wreath
thats a lovely tended poem...it is amazing i ll be reading your poetry...keep writing you have it.. :) best wishes
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I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Shreya N. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.