Just like how,
Bridegroom veils her visage
On her wedding night inducing love;
Hiding her smile of shyness;
Heart of happiness; image of innocence,
Pretty enchantingly,
My Moon too seems like
Hiding her tonight under the
Most transparent veil of clouds;
Smiling though behind believing
That her just blink of blush
Cannot reach me.
But
She is unknown that she is
The apple of my eye,
And that I could behold her
Even at the shut of my eyes
And of my life too.
As she is my Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bride (xxxxgroomxxxx) veils her visage go to MYSORE GARDENS and make her bloom like the MYSOREAN MOON beauty lies within ur poetry I C
Thank you for the response sir..!
It always blooms bright... And yes It's Mysorean moon..a Magnificent one..! !