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,
An unseen, unknown, heavenly garden
Has unfolded before me.
But, a gush of its fragrance is enough
For my undoing.