Joy in me is so full
that you deemed to come to me.
Endless play of delight is in my heart.
I come with the choicest flowers
and embalm you with perfume.
Kissing your holy feet i fall in prostration.
You bow to touch me.
(I published this Poem in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at a young age. I published for a long time in this second name.
I come with the choicest flowers and embalm you with perfume. wunderfull words.
What a fantastic write. Touching feets of elder is very common in India. At such situation even God will have to bow to put in his arm. Superb outstanding write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope you mean your mother, To kiss her feet and to get her blessing is something great.