True Love is the one, which confronts the Time.......
And wins over it, never puts down its arms,
Its not that alters with the passing years......
Its intensity never fades, nor it ever loses its charms! !
Beauties external, grandeur nd shows.......
Are befooled by the ever-victorious Time,
But 'tis Love that survives till the edge of the doom........
And continues to play its eternal rhyme! !
Oh! Love is the real 'victor'.......
It knows no ends, no bounds,
Its nothing, but Love that renders life to mud-busts........
Like a golden-girdle, the whole earth it surrounds! !
If I forget you, I deserve not even the hell,
Our story, the generations, to their successors, may tell! !
-Manisha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, M. F. L. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.