When it will be my time to go,
I won't bother about what you owe,
To me in cash, kind or measures of love,
I'll forgive you before my soul goes above.
When is the time for me to go,
I wonder how I'll come to know!
I want to requite before I go,
Everything that to you I owe.
Till my last days, I wouldn't like to wait,
So come and take the best from my plate.
Your care and concern I'll never forget,
Your eternal love is my perpetual debt.
Dhaka
20 October 2014
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What a nice poem tip to toe attired with..Your eternal love is my perpetual debt., recently I composed That's how sun dies.. theme is same death..thank you
Thank you, dear poet @Aftab Alam Khursheed, for leaving behind an appreciative comment, to which I am replying five years and a half later. Sadly, you have left for Eternity in the mean time. May God rest your soul in eternal peace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Your eternal love is my perpetual debt'. Indeed, well-said.
Thanks for quoting the lines. Inspired by your inspiration, @Aniruddha Pathak.