If you ever step into this dark chamber of mine,
You will discover
Relics of that relished love.
Your letters, your gifts, wilted-unsmelling-roses
And a multitude of memories.
You will also find-
Your name carved in the antique wall,
(Without any sense of decorative designing)
As if it were the wall of Fate;
Half-written poems in your reminiscence;
And a plethora of emotions.
There are also certain unfinished letters,
And even more in the dustbin,
Written specially for you,
Revealing how much I love even today...
But, may be, You could never see
Those letters of lucid love;
The soft complain of agony-
That illuminate this dark chamber of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem