From one end
Whole night I dreamed
And beamed
My concentration
On her face revelation
Was she indicating?
Her nod for meeting
I was not sure
But saw certainly a bright future
She was like red rose
Just fresh to pose
With petals wide open
As if decorating heaven
Eyes looked down
With intention made known
I waited for her to go
And took out whistle to blow
I decided to take some advantage
As her picture was drawn on page
My eyes moved from one end to another
She was almost there
I decided to take some advantage As her picture was drawn on page My eyes moved from one end to another She was almost there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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