Why my heart gives a flutter
when I see his carefree face,
an unknown person a month before?
Gentle manners, thinking face,
honest deeds and beauty in his speech-
all these make me give him respect
and have a longing for his friendship.
It’s not love I feel in my heart
Yet I won’t deny it if he sought.
When he sings some lines of love-laden songs
of boundless sorrow or the flight of fancy,
my heart bleeds or the seeds of joy
burst and burgeon in drizzles
and in gentle breeze that offers comfort
to my restless body and the sleepless soul.
He doesn’t know a thousand faces
fix their looks at me for response
but I brush them off as they lack that charm.
When I rush to greet him
with all my hearty smiles
to be blessed with his humane looks,
he bends his face refusing me the chance
to catch his eyes with mine.
“why don’t you sing the lyrics in full? ”,
if I question him with a begging face,
“ I don’t want to pull the innocent hearts of yours”,
he says, hiding his smiles and these words
lap often on the live walls of my heart.
I know my voice causes him lose his balance
but he feigns as if he is not bothered.
When I hail him with all my heart
to bail him off all his worries,
he sails away in silence giving not tongue to his thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, Rajendran. I thank you for sharing