When I open
The window of heart
In the palace of my life,
Blow jasmine aroma from her bun
With dew drenched winter breeze,
Run a thrill through my vein.
Again drip drops of sweet smile
From her rosebud lips,
That wet desert of my solitude.
Waning moon beckons us
To the divine door of love
Where we see the far world
And gauge its gap.
While doing so,
We lasso two minds
Into one soul
To complete
This perpetual relation.
Have to agree with Geetha. Such a beautiful poem! Very well written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked these lines on togetherness and holla.................its is a perpetual one...thanks.