Her shiny face will challenge to the glittery moon
Her eyelids have all the power to control the sun
Her teeth seems to be an aspect of the mount Himalaya
Her shadow bestow some chillness to my blood
I can see her posture even in the ugly mud
I don't want to enter the graveyard
I want to enjoy her sacred eyes
I don't want to speak with nature
I believe she would decorate my future..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful start, Tamizhan. Welcome to Poemhunter. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks.