I can see light at the end of the tunnel
When you gifted with a new soul
And draped with shroud of love come
To burn in the flame of raw passion
Like a river swollen with rain of pride
I am ready to engulf the heat in a trance
Come, my darling, let us play hide and
Seek in penultimate game of vanishing
Into each other like wind and cloud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vanishing game of wind and cloud. Beautifully penned.
My humble thanks and gratitude Sir.