HE kisses the breast of earth
And sleeps with his fiance
There is a kinky sound of kiss
A time when there is no light no sound.
He discovers the beauty spot
Between the thighs of earth
Saints mediate for million years
On the secrets of the spot.
Roses start blossoming
Love is there on the face of the earth
The earth starts loving Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem