Red, fragnent petals of roses
all scattered around the room
the white candle, burning...
their fragrance all over the room...
the tall oriel window...
wide open...
the white curtains
flirting with the breeze...
Standing near them
two silhoulted figures
deep in a embrace they are...
Their eyes locked together
they dont move,
not even the slighest of movements...
They dont utter a word
not even the smallest of syllabus..
For words and movement
kills the bliss....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aroma of the room! ! ! Longing for a lover. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.