A Flower Tree Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

I saw enormous flower trees in India (author)
Capricious flowers are making charm
To their cheeks hands would not reach.
On my breast pressing their breathes
On the lips I would lay my face tight.
For long years no word being uttered
The feeling would seem flooding out.
These trees might be lovers
It is the beloved whose patience
Has blossomed expecting
His beloved for thousand years.