Whisper not
it is a Secret
you can find nowhere
just in my heart's core...
Peep not into
my holy book
verses written
are seldom cooked
I wish to touch
the tender love
budding in ageless delight
smiling like a moonlit night.
A mystery it is
When Silence kisses
A fantasy it is
When feelings rushes
When death calls me
I wonder who could recall
the words that I failed to tell
the worlds I folded in my swell.
It is beauty
to hide the lovely
It is tempting
when throbs are prompting...
It is a mystery
unsolved by history
romantic passions
nomadic illusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem