Women are real flowers-
if you touch them, you spoil them.
Women are to be smelt in evening breeze,
touched in dream, drunk in imagination.
Sadly, man is not known to have
that peaceful patience or willful wisdom.
And therefore, man will never taste
divine nectar soaked in women's beauty.
© Arun Maji
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very romantic poem indeed! I am sure you already found your woman or if not yet, you will soon!
you are very kind Brook. Thank you for encouragement... kind regards