TheReddish Twilight Firmament
Reminds Your Blood.
Your Eyes.....,
Broken pieces Of Stars.
Your Hair......
Like Itinearant clouds.
Your Breasts.....
Crooning Meadows.
You.....A Portrait Of God.
My Heart....., A cross..
You Are Cruicified.
When Is The Reincarnation?
Nice imagery. Perfect metaphors. Love is there always.Often hidden. At times it needs reincarnation
A refined poetic imagination, Syam. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes reincarnation of love is true