Garrulous about the intent in your half smile
they soon get physical over the naughty wind;
and tired, retreat to a corner of silence within
for some secret bouts of relieving drink to find;
bees besotted with you, taunt them with drones
over those stealthy dark moments they spent
with some adulterous cute butterflies in fling
who flaunt big love for even strong hearts to rent.
Why do you stray near those shameless flowers or
who burn with rapid flow of envy in each vein?
Don't walk near those bees and butterflies too
who scheme to keep me in throes of love's pain!
oh garrulous flowers devour the passion of love! ///lovely poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Naughty wind gently touches garrulous flowers. These flowers burn with rapid glow of envy. Love's pain and pain's love both are mysterious and you have nicely perceived the natural scene. But love here does magic. A nice poem with excellent presentation is well penned....10