At every rememberence my intestine soacking
Body shivering to chill
Brain not getting easy to approach you
Cracked foot, path filled with stone
Added one more word in my atterence
Your name taunting wall of my room
After hearing of your sound
I am unrest
Love devided with heart and money
Marriage weighed with money
Money got a platform to witness the love
How a penniless man can honour the love
Piercing self or calling death is foolish
Kidnaping or absconding is criminal
streatching bared hand crying hopeless is bastered
What is the way to pour my love to you
Emotion not living long before the mejesty of wealth
World deeds fascinating them passion of life
May love is life, but life is rude
My passing years striked by hunger of your love
True love does not have a price. Good write... a lot of people feel this in their life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To die for love will not gain it, having no money, being penniless divides one's heart between the two. Hunger of love will not bring it into your life, even though you live for love. Such a conundrum how can you profess your love with all these things against you. Very profound poem! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
To die for love will not gain it that's really progressive, dying for something in this life, will now allow you to gain it. I liked your sentence: -)