Chasing the magic of the ink,
Wrapped in the tender warmth of imagination,
A realm where my dreams take new wings.
Weaving threads of emotion,
Drifting through time where everything is frozen.
Words curl like smoke in the air,
A beautiful surrender no soul can refuse.
Mann 🌿
14/05/2025
Kavita Bhatt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem