Your dream has devoured the peace of my nights,
Mercilessly consuming every moment of the night's reflection.
The playful breeze of morning, bearing the message of desire and madness,
Your closeness has engulfed every corner of my existence.
The tranquility of the night was a blessing from your touch,
But now your touch has consumed even your grace.
Is your city mad with love, Nandini?
That it has swallowed everything beyond its borders and outskirts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem