O my heart, where thou keepeth
The love plants? : A beating garden
That sprouts throu’ mouth and hand
Throu’ the pearly lovely eyes
And the feeling, at my surprise
I hope, they are mutant, the love plants
Ever changing the form as per requirement
When there is no change
Plant grows at some range
And became matured and fixed
I have felt through my sense
Beyond any restriction or fence
Wife and husband at some time far
Seems me, a brother and sister at par
A garden of love plants. Plants like love have to be watered and nurtured to grow. Once they have this they will begin to reach toward the sunlight and wind themselves through holes in fences. Lovely write Honorable Poet.!
But distance never exist for love to be extended in any places! Hmmm lovely write Alam..._SOul
wife and husband at some time far- -seems me a brother and sister at par. so often this is the case. good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beating garden of love plants, kool.