In the village haat
our hands collide
my left with her right
a moment's flirt
she by my side
in the paraffin light!
Comes to close
she quickly goes
blushing shamed
how she knows
bloomed a rose
to be never named!
A romantic poem with great imagery.........nicely crafted.......Pradipji
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So a flower bloomed.... Shall we call it by the name Love.....! Enjoyed!