Opened was the window pane
Wind giggled onto the face
A magic spell...
Flown with a numbed wave
All along I myself…
Abound entry of moth eaten sound
Of deep, cold night!
Aspired for often untimely rain
Or a lasting flake of
Precipitated blight!
12/03/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of deep, cold night! Aspired for often untimely rain Or a lasting flake of Precipitated blight! .................wonderful expression of dappled wishes on rungs of passion, ingeniously that flows by tryst with