Like a blank cheque of service!
That no one can afford to miss,
She enticed my desperate
naive heart in day-light.
Like a warming ray of sun
That heals away the coldness…
On the black skin;
She condoled, my senses.
Like love portraits carved in hard rocks
She stayed on my mind with no mercy.
And for a cheque did waste my life
And a ray scorched my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem