A strand of your hair
Lying on my shoulder
A stroke of the hand
Makes it an incident, forgotten.
How can i forget?
Physical force fails
To remove its presence.
Inside me- its essence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a pensive narration with a touch of melancholy. inner feelings, in its essence, in full flow and meaning. Narayanan.R