For All Those Who Love As The Way They Paint... Poem by Saheb Mohapatra
For All Those Who Love As The Way They Paint...
For all those who love as the way they paint,
On that naked sheet with the pace of wind,
That hits his soul with that sudden bent,
And calls forth all strands waiting to bind,
This is that strand to be embodied with colors,
With reddish shades and strokes of green,
Love's like that sweet dessert of lovers
That gets itself spoiled with the rise of a sin,
Not love, if waste, nor for that golden touch,
Nor like that gay spring oak's darkest shed
Which feels his portrait in the monsoon much,
And love's tears when knows what's hurting bed.
Do love in that pure way ere it turns waste,
And make love's portrait the way it tastes.
Pure love- is true love! thank you for this saint poem! Love's like that sweet dessert of lovers That gets itself spoiled with the rise of a sin,
Do love in that pure way ere it turns waste, And make love's portrait the way it tastes......lovely write saheb like it
Love enriches human hearts and arts embellish life! Both are vital for human happiness! Great sonnet Saheb!
Love's like that sweet dessert of lovers That gets itself spoiled with the rise of a sin, - really it is. This poem is very nicely envisioned. Many thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Loving with the pace of wind...profound statement. My pleasure to read! Dorothy APWLT...A Poet Who Loves To Sing