Once again, pleasure falls upon me,
Drops of water, just touch upon me
Your wet hair, your curling hair
Embrace me through fear.
I close my eyes, going into deep,
Dreams knock out me at my sleep.
I wait and wait for being thine
From my window, for my sunshine.
©Sourav
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I would like to translate this poem
Sourav, such a lovely write👍👍👍