She is living, leading her life compact,
Since we've no physical contact.
That of no use, think of Platonic
Love, and for I'm not panic.
So far our (physical)contact concern,
I'm spiritually-bounded her with stern.
Unity of mine with hers a world
Perfect, where no one peeps to scold.
I'm not love-stricken, so no grief.
Since know the same with no brief,
Whose attractions, affections, affairs more callous,
For them I've empathy so I am not jealous.
Life is love, love's life- a message,
I want to convey her in poetic-passage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem