The love for my essence burns me up within,
Engulfed in fire, flameless and smokeless too.
Without this fire of love, these poems here
Could not have been expressed by mortal tongue.
Your beautiful manifestations light
My heart on fire for the creator's grace.
Profound this beauty is, divine and pure,
No love is left for fleeting, worldly charms,
Not worth the ashes left from their brief blaze,
To be dispersed by winds of the divine.
---MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem