Oh cloud, How long would you carry
messages, for those unloved pair?
Your fiancé is waiting for your love
And she is too angry like fire.
She may spark as lightning
She may quarrel with you as thunder
And as a rain she will cry
Then in your tight arms she will whisper in your ear.
wonderful imagery of love reeled through tide and ebb yet heartfelt yet quivering under seizure of rage over rhythm of lips as when caged and captive still it cascades holding breath when unraveled,10+++
Very touching poem, mainly because, women are that. Nicely penned too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this! Very calm, Very soothing! Wonderfully written!