Love is love,
just feel...
for a moment
or for years;
It's a fragrance
deep inside
blooms with its
touching hopes,
it's a lively panting,
clear, aesthetic
a desire to discover
oasis
in the desert
with unlimited dream,
it's a passionate poem
written over the veil of illusion,
to cover whole time.
It's a magic mirror
kept by the Unknown
to explain the life;
Tear and smile
dance in her earth
hugging each other to satisfy
the unending thirst,
Love, the lovely feeling
is the only sweet music
to wait a while and listen
for ever.
by sarojini pattayat.-31/03/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem