Under the shawl of moonlight
I have been meditating
so many seasons passed by
I kept on contemplating
a jasmine like dream
perfumed the isolation
for the scent to touch, my soul
I profused my desolation.
jasmine like dream perfumed the isolation Very striking undercurrent of poetic skills.--
A beautiful meditative poem. A scent of your thought indeed. Love is always profused in desolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Parveen. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.