I have the dawn in mind
Sound of anklets weave
A garland of love around my heart…..
I have the noon in mind
Sound of pots gives me
Solace as I doze off under the tree…
I have loved the night
You breathed on my nape
As your fingers dance on my chest……
And the dawn comes
Like a much waited dream
That gives your innocent face a divine glow…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem