Poetry as photography,
Photos snapped and cleaned,
Images impressed upon,
The focus ascertained,
The flashlight given
And the photo snapped.
A beautiful girl standing
Before you,
Bidding hi-hello,
Bye-bye,
See you again,
A golden and glistening girl,
You seeing her in a twinkling of an eye
And she smiling before.
The rose so lovely and charming,
Redolent and fresh,
Spreading the perfume of its own,
The sweet spray of scent
Of an aroma and flavour
Rarely noticed,
So scented and sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem