Musing her with
Exciting tales of
How those buds
Into blooms do change…
And why the sun hides
Behind the mountain range…
He raided her untouched
Docile emotions and
Wandering thoughts…
Pleasing her with
Stories and songs
In a rendezvous’ of sorts
He deeply wished
As he poured dreams
Into her kajal lined eyes…
She secretly prayed
As he took her hand
‘His words should not be lies’.
Trust is the basic theory behind a successful life let it be between husband and wife, siblings, parents and children, friends, trustis the basis nu depicted it in the simple & perfect way
Winning one's trust is perfectly a gem, treasure and you'll gain respect out of it...lose and you will be a trash to one's eye...great composition indeed. a 10.
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I would like to translate this poem
The last line is wonderful. You help us understand woman's passion