What are you searching for?
Love? It's not in your fate;
You are one in millions
Who can't ever promise a date;
You think big and great
And is a master in playing tricks;
To make a house of love
You don't have mortar or bricks;
You need one at day time
Another one to pass the night;
You are the sort in the world
Who can't ever fire of love ignite;
What is your excuse?
Oh, you are innocent and helpless;
Where do you get that money
To buy jewelry and those costly dresses;
You have already gone mad
And you are behaving insane;
Fake promises and dirty wealth
Would push you at last into a drain;
Roam places with bags;
Go to the moon and beg the star;
Return you must for the love I have
That is not available in the city bazaar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roam places with bags; Go to the moon and beg the star; Return you must for the love I have That is not available in the city bazaar.... lovely theme. Loved these lines. Beautiful poem on love shared. Thanks.
Inspired and honored. Thanks a ton Sir.