Taking holiday from the brook
Are fishes swimming in her beautiful eyes?
Got bored with blue sky
Do clouds dance with her black flowing hair?
Enough we suffered jail term in shell's stomach
Do pearls hence live happily in her sparkling smile?
Did my poems wandering in dreary desert
ultimately take refuge in her smiling red lips and black eyes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem