I chase my love in haste
It precede me with a haste
There it haste to next love
There it form a chain of love
Peep to the love in wonder
But the love was in its task
There the former hug another love
Then the love turned to back
There the love threads a knot
But that split without a note
Then the former look in haste
But the latter twist to fire
Love and former stunned at this
But the ashes speak a stroke
Who is wrong in this stampede?
Love or its components
Love is mischief sometimes
There laymen mourn always! ! ! ! ! !
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
Thoughtful question asked.... Who is wrong in this stampede? Love or its components Love is mischief sometimes There laymen mourn always! ! ! ! ! ! People often gets confused in love or a mistake in understanding love. Finally one has to suffer for it. Beautiful poem, loved it.
In chaos layman always suffers in love..........so nicely crafted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who is wrong in this stampede? Love or its components Love is mischief sometimes There laymen mourn always! ! ! ! ! ! A nice poem.