The moment I think I have written
The flow stops
The moment I think You have written
The flow begins
The intimate feelings in ecstacy
Are only Yours
I am just a conduit
Which You now choose
The more love I seek
The more You give
Oh! My spontaneity
It is all Your Mercy!
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem