A question lurks quite often,
With a thorn in the crux,
down deep her heart…………..!
Why had he intervened her lonely dreams
and reined them for a while,
If without a word of adieu,
he could leave her desolate
and aghast in the midway!
His love, he used to proclaim then,
was the thirst of the Soul
and the hunger of the heart,
without which he would perish forever!
As she was forced into the turbulent tide,
his love winged off-
into the safe orbit of his family
and to the seclusion of conventions. ………
After all these years,
She still craves to know,
as to why did he attempt to fish her mind
and dropped it in the blistering sand,
nonchalant whether it plunged to death or life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem