My story
As told by you
Delves into the infinite;
Hisses at the serpent temple
And aroma of the literary scent
Vanished into the oblivion;
In the lamp of love
Kindle some desires still
Up above the sensual feels;
Tales and poems written by you fold palms
To pay tribute to your golden hand
Yet, the pomegranate tree blooms….
(Acrostic of MADHAVIKUTTY alias Kamaladas, the late poet)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem