O hate!
Thou art to me
Like the bird for a song dead
A gazelle hunted for beauty
A spirit enchained for freedom
What pity
The secrete mirrors of love
In scrolls carry thy name
Islamabad
5/4/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very very much contemplative for Mod….humans Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK