Wind's playing naughty
You bend to set your saree
Wind's playing
Too naughty
Your long plait
Jumping up and down
A jasmine
From there
Gets flipped off
A kiss on my cheek..!
You're moving away now
Fast..I show you
The jasmine
Fake..you sneeze..
In big haste
Go away
What does it mean..?
I ask the jasmine
In my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully inked. Loved the style of your writing. Nice share.