Palms or no calms
I needed calm
Under the tree with gloom
As tree blossoms with boom
Since years I have dreamed
And beamed
Desires
Towards seven seas
You could say "Yes"
To face
My gentle manner
With tight love spanner
It has grip
But to keep
Love inferno
With calmness not to go
How come one good female?
Can excel
In life of man
To make him perfect and human!
I feel no less
Fortunate on face
As whole of world
Is under my fold
Persian Khushi Thank you Jadia Just now · Unlike · 1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great penning! 1 hour ago by Gary K. | Reply