I am in your blue eyes
I'm on your rosy-lips
is to run towards your's open arm.
I want to touch you
You want to touch the clouds
Clouds want to touch the sky:
The sky merges into the vast-blue.
But, no one can reach:
Though, everyone is running after someone small.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Abu Afzal. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
small after great great after small infusing slowly each into other