Barsha Kumar

O', my despondent Love!
You were the Prayer;
Nebulous to these eyes
Illegible to these lips,
...

At morn-at noon-at twilight dim,
My love! I hadst only think about you
I hadst only dreamt about you.
...

During some filthy nights
I'm just lost
In the light of the dark;
My pen becomes numb,
...

And now I consume myself,
Because it now only
Mimics the filthy past;
Drinks from the river of pain,
...

She untangled the
Chain of desires,
Unfasten the
Leases of life,
...

These waves of wind
Travelling through those wintry forest
Are now suffused with venoms,
'Cause my love!
...

Tomorrow,
The streaks of light
Of the ruly sun,
Will pierce the cottony clouds
...

The night awaits the day;
The day treads the way for the night;
With the drowning sun
and the rising darkness,
...

I wasn't able to
keep a count of all the seasons,
that faded.
...