to b with you is a gift...
that i never asked for....
yet there was an intense longing fr it....
For u to b mine is a wish....
tht i vl ask for....till u arent mine...
world is unfair...
so is lyf...
yet i want u
to b my wife....
bt i knw n this knowledge makes me restless
tht love dsnt come alone...
vd it comes pain....
longing....
pain to think that abt us not being together
longing fr being with u always...
and the ultimate blow tht love gives...
Seperation....
i might nt b with u....always...
u n me
might nt become us...
yet i will love u...
because i knw..
that for love
seperation is a gift....
tht intensifies it..
difficulties are diamonds tht decorate it....
and it has been told
it isnt worth calling love..
if it dsnt go through agnii pareeksha.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem