When you yield to be
my subject, I will go beyond
the moon to propose.
A rendezvous in
the lost Eden of ecstasy
to retrieve footprints.
On the muds of time,
who knows whom we will meet
in the jungle of rains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Satish, such a heartwarming poem...10+++