Spatiality when spurred
At a moment blazing
And you shine like rain
When earth redeemed to green.
When I play with your love
Wooing and cooing in hide and seek
Cajole like a rainbow to the rain.
Bristling the breaths over the lips.
Onto the love melting into fire intense
The rack of passion intemperate absolute
Even not ebbed by snow flakes or rain
as rare as snow in to the thrumming rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem! Passion has its multiple shades, with strong burning feelings of both love and hate! - Raj Nandy