You are not give and take,
you are not
red fragrant petals of rose,
golden ornaments of P. C. Chandra,
gorgeous garments of city mall.
You are sharing and caring,
your are
merging of two souls into one for the time eternal-
the merged souls have infinite existence
like that of nature and above.
You are
the dust that turns into red fragrant rose,
the mud that turns into golden ornament,
the sack that turns into gorgeous garment.
You are not any metal,
you are the consciousness in it.
But what are you?
Love.
You are not any metal, you are the consciousness in it. But what are you? Love. /// wow excellently ended that who you are// great love; like this expression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent poem.. your poem potentially revolves around 'you'. . beautifully composed...5 stars.