After Marking Tears In Your Eyes (For Jiah Khan Who Died Young) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

After marking tears in the eyes, I could see the history of passion,
The story of emotion,
How do they disturb man,
How did they you?

You too were a man, a woman, full of heart and its sensitivity,
But to end life in such a way,
I could not the malaise o f your heart.

You too had love in your heart, you too had affection within
Which but you could not resist it,
But to give your precious life, I could not.

Womankind goes on suffering, but man understands it not
The helplessness of this poor heart,
So sensible and sensitive and so sentimental.

By being lovelorn and heartbroken, you cut down the hope
Of life and living
With such an irrational action.

Couldn’t you suppress the pains of yours, the heart-aches of yours,
Was there none to bandage the wounds of love,
Couldn’t you find solace?

To end your budding life in such a way, I can’t, can’t take to,
To end yourself in such a cruel way, I couldn’t believe it,
Had you been frustrated and depressed in such a way?

Had you been broken and sick in such a way that finished you yourself,
Had it been the final solution,
Had it been proper to do away with?

What to say about the heart, its senseless beating, pulsation and throbbing,
Restless waiting and yearning within,
As it understands not?

Your love they couldn’t the loverly heart of yours, solitary and silent weepings,
Closing door you might have wept shipwrecked and forlorn,
But they could not the weepings of a womanly heart?

Love will remain love, indelible, indestructible and never-ending,
Womankind will go bearing
And man will go inflicting upon.

In reading you, I could read the hapless and helpless face of devastated humanity,
Tortured and inflicted upon,
Fatal in bearing.

I could read and mark the frustration and depression taking over, corroding your self
And you suffered and struggled to contain in
All but silently.

But could not control you yourself your emotion and sentiment,
Your feeling and heart,
Had you, it would have been better.

Love is not love if you bear not the pangs of love, love is not love if bandage you not
The wounds and hurts,
Love is not if take you not heart.

Love is not love if it is full of betrayal, deceit and selfishness,
Love is not love if it knows barriers,
Love is God, try to love all.

Love is a temple where there dwells in God and this heart really is a temple of His
Where He dwells in our purity of thinking and living,
In our confession, but confess we not.

What in our hands, what in your hands, nothing mine or yours,
Everything but His, let us leave all that to Him,
What can I, what can you, as it has already taken place?