I gifted you drops of tears
To hang onto your cheeks
I gifted you thorns instead
Of flowers to get hurt and
Cry. I gifted you long lonely
Hours to sit in a corner of
The room and look at the
Roof in vacant eyes. And I
Gifted you poverty and
Humiliation. And for me
The world looked at you in
Pity for a long long time.
You gifted me lovely dawns
With the sun streaming into
The room with its soft and
Caressing ray. You gifted
Me long hours of night full
Of pleasure and laughter as
The moon fell on the bed
Through the skylight. You
Gifted me a heart as sacred
As the holy altar of a temple.
You gifted me a life I did
Not deserve- of sublime love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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