No sweetness can ever match
the heart-touching voice
of the nightingale of India
filmed in a full moon night
O..the silver moonlight
charged with the inexplicable melody
the maddening passion
you are my real lover....
the subtle touch of heaven
for this is the moment to realise life
its greatness, its beauty, its splendour
the euphoria
the ecstasy
the trance
each cell of my body
lulled to the pinnacle of joy
perhaps this was I searching
in my relentless efforts
to discover
the meaning of LOVE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem