The picture I just saw
Have brought some raw
Instinct from within my being
The kind I had seen as beautiful thing
Your pose reminds me of a pretty face
The one I love so much I can't stop my gaze
In whatever sides she looks or even on her back
She appears seductive with her brown color in tack
I won her heart not by my look but with my poetry
Though she has been known as tough one but pretty
Through the intimate expressions of my love that I wrote
She softened into a lady, my heart I offered she never broke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful.... Poet won the game! regards sandhya