An arc of undiminished art of love,
yet pristine and pure, sweet and sublime
for thirst of humanity by the weird drops of dew
along the white memoirs dallied to draw
adherence floats to pique up to whisper
utterance yet serene and subtle,
the ancient voice of glory to grace
as light of vision sparkles beneath
blue sky of assemblage of all goodness and purity
for soul to soak and suck the innocence of nectar
belonging to another world of eternity
yetun demurred for limitless time to attire within
godly silence to adore in core of earthly contention
for memoirs to contain in space of limited time
of untrodden memorabilia of illusive pages of oblivion
to where I may expand like hue of clouds to rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a brilliant poem, Dr Subhendu....10++++