How many times i kissed
your stomach, till my kisses
reached your womb
where the symbol of our love sleeps.
You sit in meditation
to call the angels
to come and kiss
our child inside.
I imagine God is happy now
that we love so intimately.
When you pray, I stand alone
here on the shore of this rivulet and smile.
Look! my smile turns into a beautiful prayer.
Having imagination of God in happiness with true love and faith turns my smile in to a beautiful prayer of course. Very interesting poem shared on really. Wisely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful lines 'where the symbol of our love sleeps' I like dz