summer kisses brushed by the wind
you and I in love's embrace
outside the wind moans
and hiatus- of living.
three times he said
loving is not all about love
it is also how seasons and people change
react, talk, gossip and rains fall
on overcast skies. blues
it is also summer wine, winters blue moons
it is also rivers frothing, floods eating homes.
it is also humanity, tarred roads, infernal battle fields.
talking about love in a country that knows no history
is passionate quest, ancient, for timelessness.
reading Banalata Sen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In love we are absorbed into everything the beloved feels. We want to fly into what the beloved feels, and the beloved can't help but be touched by all these things, so love enlarges our connection with all of nature. Love is an added organ of sense. Bold and brave- to own the painful edges of love.