My poverty made me fall in love with a good maid-servant
I wanted to marry her but my family didn't grant
They separated us and confined me in a room
But still she wanted me as her beloved bridegroom
I had neither cell phone nor internet
I was unemployed and like a poor pet
One day she said to them I called her over phone
That made me annoyed and made me like a stone
She told them the lie to make them realize
She is my love she is apple of my eyes
Then my dad beat me up with his slipper
But still I dream of her as my lover
Sounds like this poem is based on something that happend to you or someone you know. Thanks for sharing.
A very sorrowful love story.. There are a lot of cases like this one..you point out it with your poem..great
This poem tells such a tragic story of two people in love but up against the odds. So true how life can get in the way of happiness, isn't it? Powerful.
Very pethetic and touching. It is not healhy for one to be denied of ones lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is so sad, but an awesome poem! ! !