O Angel,
In the time of love,
Life is a silent prayer
All silent prayers!
Don't know how to describe you!
You:
The soul of innocence
Or innocence of the soul,
The soul of pain
Or pain of the soul,
The soul of loneliness
Or loneliness of the soul,
The soul of poetry
Or the poetry of the soul.......
Or
The soul of all souls
Wild with love at heart?
Who are you?
Days of love are
The days of pain never ending,
Days of pleasure immense!
Yes, the are the days of purge!
Like a wildfire, your words
Torment my soul...
Like a gentle caress,
Helps me resurrect like Phoenix...
Like a butterfly,
I flutter to kiss
All your dream-flowers
To enjoy all the hidden metaphors.....
A creative heart
Likes to be naked
And tormented always!
I know that
You are weaving wings for...................
Premji, You have captured - The soul Innocent, Pained, Lonely, Poetic, Or The soul of all souls Wild with Love at heart? Who are you? A Wild Fire, A Gentle Caress, A Creative Heart Offering a Bouquet of Dream Flowers! Indira Babbellapati, doesn't truly know what she says, 'TRUTH'. 'My beloved is a garden' - Wow. Angel
the intensity of meaning doubled with slight jugglery of words...
'Like a butterfly, I flutter to kiss All your dream-flowers To enjoy all the hidden metaphors.....' Wonderful, with lovely metaphor,10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
premji..nice one on angel...i hope an angel come and take me away!