Moonlight flowed down
Like lightened milk,
Giving a haloed glory
Of light making the plants,
Beings in an beautiful sight,
Then I saw her approaching,
Her hair tied down in aknot
At the waist, with indian saree
Showing her inner body shape
With knavel in the open,
I followed her caught
When she looked with fright
Smiling recognizing me,
I kissed on her full lips
We tumbled in glee
In the moonlight, getting
The plesure of milk and honey.
Ravikiran Arakkal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Romantic poem of a lover's passion. Thanks and best wishes. melvin