In many a narrated tragic love story,
we are told often, that when the Man learned that his place was now taken by another Man,
in that part of the story, He dies.
It is only in this new narrative that the Lover,
after learning of the new Man,
leaves for home, cheerfully adorns,
then abandons home for a spree of merriment.
But now the Question; How different is that from dying?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem