Touch Will Miss Its Taste... Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Who am I to suggest you the wits of winds...
Wear whatever your heart wishes for
Cross-legged, straight, or tastily enigmatic
Sit whichever position you want to, my love!
Villainous sea, or mystifying sunset
Nah, neither the waves are deceiving
Nor are there hums heinously endangered
Incredible is your endless affection
Bad, tenderer, truerer or sweetly satisfying
Count it by your breathes, in your heart,
And only thee ar't to tackle the temper of love
Wear whatever your heart yearns for
Wave hello to your rising temptations
Tarnish 'em all in centuries; calmness
Let slumber take her time
Let 'em fly, hours' intensity may tyrannize
Drowning may just be another swimming
Undying will remain the relics
Touch will miss its taste forever
Swimmer my love, Smile Oh sailor
Smile Mithi more freely
Freedom celebrates puffs,
Immortality reaches the atmosphere! !