The heady scent of love and desire.
I can still smell.
On this late October evening,
I admire the nature sitting alone, the hills, the rivers and everything.
For instance.
Then sit for a while more,
I try to fill in each passing moment with memories.
Still in stupor, I try to breathe his perfume
While sipping coffee…
Felt the flow of life within.
The heady scent of love and desire.
I can still smell.
While sipping coffee…
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'While sipping coffee felt the flow of life within.' Some feel, there is no life without a wife and some others, there is no life without coffee.