With a cup of morning sunbeam
You unveil another page of silence in your eye’s
I glanced and inhaled all the fragrance that scattered with the dews
Touched all the yellows and blues
I crave the unsung song of your lips
Longing for a blink
Submerge in the soundless hole
The pearls of smile rolling towards the threshold
An unfinished curve dangled with morning mottled.
(c) raju baruah21052011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem