Any expectation
Love can't be guided
Neither can it be decided
Nor traded
Only flavor can be added
Ho can tell?
And spell
Come conditions
With lot many questions
Nobody should try
Else it shall prove fruitless play
With no more attachment
And only resentment
Let flowers blossom
With restrictions seldom
You can watch it from distance
If can't be had at once
Love shall prosper
With so much to offer
Without any expectation
But only for pure relation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem