O my sweet breeze! God has brought you here
to awaken my quiescent nature,
urge me to write lines of music as a Seer
and the meaning of your curt replies to capture.
Being under long lockdown, life so much bores
but the Works of Shakespeare give me joy
and allay the pains of my mind's sores
which you caused by tossing me as a toy.
Your crass negligence has made me chase
my curvaceous queen in my thoughts and dreams.
Unless you conscript me, I won't see thy face
but I am shy to see in our love, plentiful themes.
Smiles of love drizzle as in the green paddy fields
but tears of love roll down if cultivation nothing yields.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smiles of love drizzle as in the green paddy fields but tears of love roll down if cultivation nothing yields....beautifully penned the love for the living life which seeks shelter in the field of crops...