Leave me alone,
On the bank of this river,
I know,
Many miles behind,
She is sitting on the bank,
Of this lovely river,
Her feet is dip,
In the water so cold,
But warm at this place,
She knows it well,
Someone needs it,
To feel the touch,
Of her soft white feet,
She is washing her hands,
She is washing her face,
Cause she knows,
Someone needs,
More excitements,
The water is warmer.
Let me be excited.
But I miss something,
The naughty winds,
Heard my heart,
And suddenly I found,
The water too warm,
What happened at that bank?
Oh love! Go to hell!
The wind regrets,
Her naught of the moment,
She jumped in the river,
A complete mystery,
Is a woman in love!
(It is just an imagination to describe that a woman in love can go up to any extent.)
Even a man in love turns mysterious in his behaviour Akhtarji.....! But jumping into the river..... Is it not a bit risky! She should have thought of her safety....! Enjoyed!
love got many faces yet all resembles to peace '' love is not about finding the right person but creating a right relationship ..thank you
Hmmm certainly gives one food for thought as to how mysterious women become while in love. Excellent poem Akhtar.....
A beautiful poem, a woman in love can go to any extent, even at the cost of her life, by jumping into the river. Beautiful imagery of words played. Loved reading it.
beautiful poem on the mysterious love of a women.........................nice
a complete mystery is a woman in love sometimes very foolish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice imagery, yes a woman can go to any extent, if she is in love.