With The Shabby Songs of the Cricket
Along The Trumpets of the Cloud
The Night Prepares To Plunge Deep
Drawing Sketches of the Rainbow
A Pink Fragrance Spills Over
From Head to Toe
Breaths Become Heavier
Sighs Emit Smokes of Ember
Nocturnal Hunger Lolls All Around
Drenched In Drips of Seasonal Deluge
Frogs Sing the ‘Ragas' Of ‘Meghamallahar'
Squirrels Sniff down the Navel Strips
In A Search for Hidden Treasures
such a nice write, Sachidananda. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nocturnal Hunger Lolls All Around Drenched In Drips of Seasonal Deluge Frogs Sing the ‘Ragas' Of ‘Meghamallahar' Squirrels Sniff down the Navel Strips In A Search for Hidden Treasures.. this is really really beautiful. i love this stanza. tony