My affection is as unadulterated as nectar,
crafted from handpicked blossoms.
A collaborative effort of bees,
alleviating the pains of my existence:
Entombing remnants of bygone
blooms with the aroma of the present,
Interlacing bonds with verbal strands.
Extremely well crafted.At least you have got some thing unadulterated in this age when adulteration is at its zenith.
Outstanding poem on togetherness and I just read the translation done by Deepak which is equally fantastic. Class ****
Beautifully penned, direct from the heart…