gulab khandelwal selected poems

Words have stopped on my lips.
My soul is roving in the valley of flowers.
Your embrace-hungry, milk-white arms
Are like vines;
The pupils of your eyes are the honey-bees,
There is the scent of the jasmine
In your breath,
Your beauty is like the spring in full bloom,
As if,
An unseen, unknown, heavenly garden
Has unfolded before me.
But, a gush of its fragrance is enough
For my undoing.