An art of loving
My heart is ignorant
About what is present
Inside my heart
Is it secret passion and art?
I was no special
Only ordinary and simple human
I had inherited music
And formed music lover as basic
I never sung
Love songs
But it aired
Good melody to be admired
I feel really in love
That crept silently, I believe
I was unaware
It remained silent there
My flute sang in admiration
And that how grew the relation
I sang only on love
And whole life thrived and drove
I know nothing
And especially for attachment and feeling
It has just taken place
I am unable to keep pace
The love has no religion
And belongs to no region
It has universal acceptance
I have taken simple chance
I may not malign
But sustain
It's emergence in heart
Is it not simple music lover's art?
It has direct blessings from the heaven
I stand inclined
But will be joined by?
As it is named holy or divine
It has direct blessings from the heaven As it is named holy or divine I stand inclined But will be joined by?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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