Seemingly it’s absolute silence
But
The world is deaf and dumb to know
What we speak without a sound or word
Flash of light in your eyes
Won’t it speak of the first look of yours at me?
Unwritten epics and romantic poetry are anything
in front of your deep vision?
a ring of telephone
recalls the past
when we both day and night
awaited for a chance to
exchange sweet nothings
a glisten on your moist lips
And a rouge blush on your cheeks
Mirror the gone ages
When we struggled to have
A touch of delicate a kinship
Now silence speaks on us
We are not two
I read your mind and
You picture my thoughts
Where is the need of whispers?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, swatee. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks