Tipped toe-ly
Dusk droops,
Plays with
Naive teen.
She fills up
Stoic beech wood
With rustle and sigh.
Ripples whisper
O’ teen
Do you hear: Love?
From moon.
Teen bewildered
Say what; She..?
Love had pored, she-
On Romance Point,
Fragrance smeared
Feet of
Her…?
She quests for!
Questing love in myriad form is a favorite emotion of every poet. Here Dr. Sakti presented a different formant and I enjoyed it much, .
She quest love from Nature. It’s a love with Nature what I get. Ten PS: Subtle! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ripples whisper // O’ teen // Do you hear: Love? // From moon. I’m sure Moon has heard and responded to Love call.