Wish for love for my love,
Why is it not returned,
How come it is not transported,
Flow both ways,
Like a stream it flows,
Only in one direction,
Is it that the reciever
Is blind to love,
Or is it love itself is blind,
Selfless, it doesn't want
To be returned to the sender,
Yet the feeling of loving
Is grand to go by,
Returned or unremitted
Never lesser than before,
But overflowing in the mind,
By the one who gives it,
Blind is the love by itself,
Whether returned or not.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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I would like to translate this poem
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