Just like to water, the ships, I like to kiss.
My darling's pretty sweet lips, I like to kiss.
To make the marvellous building of love;
like bricks laid upon bricks, I like to kiss.
Like breeze's kiss takes to dance fervent,
and for whom the wave lifts, I like to kiss.
To leave impressions of the love prints
like ink to the paper piece, I like to kiss.
Like the chocolate lays upon the cake,
and sweet flavour it gives, I like to kiss.
To leave only after completely melted,
like snow to the high hills, I like to kiss.
To go into my darling's heart, lucid Deo,
like rays pass in glass sheets, I like to kiss.
S. D. Tiwari
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mangalore