I never believe,
I could find the lost heart-
Which I had lost in the sea of hopelessness;
The heart which lost to a terror experience
Causing the feelings to disappear like mystery rain,
And leaving the caress heart to become stone-
A gentle heart once cared but not cures anymore
But so sudden a frisky heart came to its rescue-
And lifted it out of passion of hatred dungeon
And now the feelings are lingering like glowing candle
And the emotion is triggering like inciting violence
So I would not betray your kindred heart
I will always sip from the honey of your lips
Which harvests from the nest of your utterance
And eat from your vinegar,
Producing by your charming appearance
And pave in your heart a path to my desire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this writing. Congrats. Mohabeer Beeharry