Tossing by the night,
Attentive to the ticking midnight clock,
Her soul craves for the embrace that her body is wrapped into.
The gushing wind brings the soft smell of the night jasmine,
Fragrancing the coziness like the scented offerings to the Devi;
The bare touch speaks the volume of the heart,
That still struggles to get naked.
The heart on contrary encompasses the fragility of the touch…
Which longs for pure sacred Touch…!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem