Love Is A Gambling. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

My heart is burning with love.
In winter it is burning.
Under rain it is burning.
Not to say about summer.

My heart is pulsing with love
Like waves set in the ocean.
My veins are bulging with love
Like winds blowing from the sea.

Behind the veil, the lady hides,
Intoxicated with love.
Upon the stage, the lady sings,
Sophisticated with rhythm.

I've spent my time for you.
I've spent my money on you.
How long must I wait? Tell me.
Is sexual love a gambling?
18.03.2017