My life and poetry
are complements
to each other.
If one is my dear wife,
the other, my beloved,
my breath.
The name and game,
both are same;
my eyes, my skies
both make me what I am,
complete and competent.
I am nothing otherwise,
nothing much without them.
I see them both
in the waves coming closer,
in those big black eyes
we are so gracefully familiar.
I see them merge for me
with their love and care.
The moments we share
in happiness and sorrow
and walkingtogether
side by side in all weathers
is perhaps the greatest boon
one can ever imagine,
that sweet sublime kiss
destined to get as divine bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fascinating poetic imagination is depicted in this poem.. enjoyed dear poet..10