The blazing beauty by which
You are taken by aw is at the cost of my freedom
Like a bonded labor I am forced to move a round
To an orbit to which I am bound
The brightness of my face may glad you
But no pleasure is drawn by me
I am fed on the light
And forced to smile for the sun
This sadness I have got none to tell
Weather keeps changing
Even clouds do not listen to me
Even your little warm company is gone
On my face when you shut your door
I am left alone and stranded
Whole night I peep through the open windows
To share sorrows who goes like me without love
Till the caw is heard from the first crow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful alone are not enough to tell how you describe it well..nice one Wahab_soul