She took me into her scented arms
buried me between her breasts
and filled me to full with a lotus drink
on the lawn at the slender river brink
letting my aching heart silently recede
and into an oblivion slowly sink;
like pieces of arid earth
under unexpected rain
drinking up fast, lost shape to regain,
nectar of life flowed
like a blind jungle brook
thro' my shrunken vein
I woke up to find magic of the wind
playing its flute in the floral bowers
swans singing of pure love
under happy fall of Monsoon showers
my lost love regained
and every spark of soul's joy
in Nature's self retained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I woke up to find magic of the wind playing its flute in the floral bowers..... //.... This short poem is the epitome of aesthetic beauty that lies in the lap of mother nature and the magic of cordial words and human feelings.Thank you so much.