The air right here
Is fresh and
Full of fragrance
Perhaps
It has come
After touching a loving soul
And want to declare
The emergence
Of the time
Of love hymn
But stop it and tell
To make a yell
Into the woods of reason
And make them alive
By the love
That have been forgotten
May this air
Enter and dare
Make a track through
To flow the loving stream
Upto the very deep
To freshen the roots
For a love tree to grow
Take the whole
Into its shadow
Until then
Let me wait
For the sweet fragrance
Of loving touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Air is rightly fresh and we feel its preciousness. Fragrance motivates mind. Nature freshly gives us breath. We feel the beauty of flow of the loving stream into our deeper core. Natural perception has greater essence. This poem is very nicely and brilliantly penned.10