Whenever I open a book
I open the soul of an infinite universe.
It absorbs me with promise in its eyes-
it would give me an endless, ecstatic orgasm.
Each faded word is- each atom of our universe
each caged feelings is- unexpressed shriek of Sun and sea;
in cave, alone they are- making love together.
Book takes me to origin of the universe
when Sun first, made love to the river-
creating the mist of floating lives;
book takes me to that starry night
when prince Paris begged Helen's fiery kiss.
Book is never just a book
it is the secret story of our unfolding universe;
the smile, the cry, the disappointment of time and space
that has happened, and would happen again.
Book is my secret, sweet little love,
who asks me nothing ever
but gives me- an endless song, and infinite pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem