He was feeling so very sad,
His eyes were dead,
His hunger perished,
His sister also felt very sad.
‘This is really bad’,
She told,
‘Don’t be mad,
It’s not a matter of shame,
Leave it as it came,
It’s life’s way,
Don’t worry boy,
Some nice girls
Wait for you there…’
None of her words
Entered into his ears as
The pain of loss of first love was
The hardest of all!
His cute damsel was
Her most loved friend.
She came and told:
‘I must talk to you! ’
Rest is his-story,
Still a mystery…
May be that’s
The hidden path of love…
Prem, Love happens when you have sisters It also happens even if you don't have one Love happens whatever! But, if that love were to disappear What can anybody do... To console you.... No words can comfort bring No words can soothe or sing No words can solace give To a heart bleeding in pain The wound may heal, but The scar will remain Love life dive deeply Dissolve embrace Remember always The joys the pains Of that love unattained Unsullied, still... The golden apple of your dreams... You will come out With pearls breathing life! Leena
Very poignant. First love is always unforgettable. Ten for your candor. Kindest regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
hurt in love? well narated.the following para is touching 'She came and told: ‘I must talk to you! ’ Rest is his-story, Still a mystery… May be that’s The hidden path of love…' posted 10 love surya