Lifted up by a slight breeze she spun off
floating away like fine chaff
but he with his feet stuck in the web
dangled upside down for many oblivious nights
eventually emerging to slide smoothly down
a single silken strand of gossamer
on to the Panama Gold passion fruit vine
whose tendrils latch on & twine around
the neem tree's delicate stems
leaving the sweet musky
granadilla flowers
well alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a beautiful poem