Once you have touched a rose petal
it's the smell that's eternal
Once you have seen sunrise
it's hope forever in disguise
Once you have bathed in moonlight
it's dreamy eyes and blurred sight
Once love is born
it's forgetting the thorn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is the product of a man's interaction with all the blissful things endowed to him by nature or the creator of this universe. A wonderful presentation, Pradeep ji. Thanks.