Come, and walk with me
where crimson sun sets slowly
behind the green parlors of hills
and soft wind blows in lowland
caressing the tall trees,
whispering the Psalms of day
into the ears of falling night.
Come, my dear beloved to walk with me
away from the bustle of the day
into the quietude of the forest
where ambrosiac air fills the breast
with wild fragrance sweet and seren.
Come, and walk with me dear
in the corridors of hedges clothed with glowworms twinkling
like stars in the night forest.
Let's walk in that land of dreams,
nature's sculpted delight and serenity.
Chandra Shekhar Dubey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Come, my dear beloved to walk with me away from the bustle of the day into the quietude of the forest......lovely expression with enigmatic depth of subjectivity!