Manprasad Subba
Each
drop
of words
trickling
down
quietly
from your eyes
washed the mist
of my passion in such a way
it turned into a mirror
of crystal-flowing water
in which your face blushed
and in its eyes
my own faces!
Manprasad Subba
Each
drop
of words
trickling
down
quietly
from your eyes
washed the mist
of my passion in such a way
it turned into a mirror
of crystal-flowing water
in which your face blushed
and in its eyes
my own faces!
