Still he loves me
And ensures the same
In all lives to come
But l want to tell him
Love is not a thing
To share at our whim
It is a king of feelings
So it stands above all
It is that only
That draws a line
Between your being one-
Living and dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Madhav. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks