Now-a-days
An intense feeling
Sprouts in me
Like the wavey mountain strips
Drawn up in an artistic canvas
And grounded firmly on the chest of the
Mother earth
With snow-clad heads
Embracing now and then
The floating bubbles of rain
As if the marble white bloomed breasts
Covered with thin white drenched Saree
On the body of a beautiful woman.
Those feelings area uncommon
The soft and tender touch of some one
Entices me since the day one
And inspires my morbid moments.
What is that feeling?
I know not
Though I try to forget
But could I afford to do that?
The feelings of the first touch
Will continue till the last breath
May be that is the unseen
Imaginary touch of love
Of some one I know not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem