in the heat of downpour
and the feverish showers
i open my heart to give a call
if your ears tingle
what you hear is my good morning bugle
in thoughts, in feelings and in desires
your image stands like a beauty personified
i hug you in the wet of my body
and caress you in the cold of my lips
how are you this morning?
it's raining like mad in my area!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem