I will wait for sunset, yes sunset,
for it is then that
all creatures return home to their beloved,
and i too will return to the welcoming
arms of my love.......
Waiting for me under the gulmohar tree....
his hands full of the flowers
he had picked for me all day,
to decorate my tresses....
his heart full of love
to fill my senses......
and his soul full of joy
to fill my soul with happiness......
just from the title, I knew I was going to like this poem...I was wrong....I love it! ... one small suggestion thou...the last line, maybe you can just say ' to fill mine with happiness' :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding flow of words technically and usage of realistic acclimatisations to portray them as well.I like the analysis.10 for it anyway.