1-Love
Oh! Swethy dear
My soul is after you
You are my sweet love
As charming white dove
Sailing my fair wishes
As snow-melted gushes.
I can see you everywhere
As eyes turn else nowhere
Thus letting this pining mind
Stroll around you over wind.
Day and night are forgotten
Right and wrong rust-eaten
Feeling of you dear woman
Guides me in trails of run.
Oh! Swethy dear
My soul is after you.
People may call this silly
Stories may tell this lofty
But I am not for a return
To a day’s normal burn.
Often ask I these myself
All queries for sure relief
Only to make me pleased
All by your mind greased.
Plainly I want you dear
Fairly to come along here
In love and suave beauty
Plunging mind to ecstasy.
Oh! Swethy dear
My soul is after you.
2005 (Palakkad-Kerala-India)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful love poem nicely brought forth from inner recesses of the heart. Lovely and very passionate.