Come my dear
Today we keep aside
Fictitious fibers
Clothes and our clarity
Come close we dip in each other
Sit on the the canopy of poetry
And sail on the ocean of soul
White and end never known
Come dear we suck our passion
Sick ourselves with filling and sliding
Come we sit together close and be one
To catch a dawn for the drowned
The day for us
The day for poetry
The day for the speechless
Come and close ourselves
Naked but not native!
Pranab k c
21/03/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem