Shivering boughs of trees
Painting invisible strokes
On the warm atmosphere
Of our midnight secrecy.
Black mountains of moon
Melting on blanched sky
To deepen the colours of
Cupid's clever-conspiracy.
This is beautiful as Asim has rightly put! The sky blushing and turning scarlet by Cupid's conspiracy! Great imagination Sanjukta!
I want to become part of this conspiracy..........Awesome poem, Your poems have magical touch and this one is no exception to it, Loved it Nth times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very charming!