A TENDER MOMENT PASSES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Tender Moment Passes
In The Wee Hours Of The Night
With A Glimmering Hope Of Passion
And A Spark That Might Ignite

This Feeling of Loneliness

I wrote this poem in Hindi couple of days back.  This is a rarity for me.  Hindi is not my mother tongue and Hindi grammar,  specially keeping track of the change in gender of the subject / object / verb combination is difficult for me.  From time to time I did venture in writing a few.  I translated the poem to Axomiya ( Assamese – my mother tongue)   and to English .  Posting these below with English translation first followed by original Hindi poem and then Axomiya translation.
( In the Assamese translation, the translated word for Eerie ( or strange) is a compound word “Advut”.  Even with my best try, my PC ( Windows 10) will not allow this compound letter/ word to be written properly.  So I was forced to replace it with a synonym, Achahua.  

Eerie this feeling of loneliness
Lips have not kissed the bottle

YOU AND ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I had a dream

about

You

and

Me