Gently, you open up a heart before me,
and I fill my lungs with its fragrance.
When you speak of unknown blooms,
I fantasize, how they smell in yonder lands.
When you say love, hatred, jealousy
and all other emotions have their own smell,
I believe you without a speck of doubt.
How eloquently you speak of the smell
of different ways of touching someone!
With eyes rounded to a full moon surprise,
you show me your secret possessions,
of a shred of rainbow, a cloud, a drop of rain,
and asks me to smell them.
I take them to my nose, and my mind becomes
a sky, floating with clouds.
the clouds pouring down happiness,
and each with a distinct smell.
With deft fingers you open up a flower,
and show me where it hides its sweetness.
I watch you in fond amusement,
and how I want to tell you this,
my dearest poet, I madly want to embrace you,
hold you close to my heart and know,
the scent of poetry.
But my words forsake me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good attempt, Gita J. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.