Write nothing about love
But silently believe
Someone thinks it cruel
And feel no well
People are unaware
And fear to dare
About its existence
That can be only chance
Who can reveal?
And feel
About being drawn
In field unknown
Yes, that is true
On our part we need proof
We can blame never
As attachment will be forever
No one may believe
Or made to live
With your experience
As may be taken as sad incidence
Whom do you term real?
When you make no deal
Feel no desire or pulse
Only try to resist and repulse
So go for
As heart seeks or
Believe in what you seek
Then never think about it or feel weak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is not for advertisement, not to create riot.