Slightly drizzling it was,
Sputter of rain
Falling on the window pane.
From the crevices
Cool wind sneaked in.
Reclined I was to a quilt
Enjoying the fall
And thinking about her,
Reminiscing her touch
Her embrace
And long hair.
At that time,
A fragrance sneaked in.
Irresistible,
It was Jasmine,
Her favourite fragrance.
A question popped up,
Is she coming behind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem