The tragedy of my growth
Had come through your tragic hand
Again and again before my death
I am recalled with your magical band
None but you are my heart
To draw my life with your swiftly start
Were you my tragic bane?
No, i hadn't thought you like bane.
Why do you devastate so such?
Why do you deviate so thus?
You are not now for me
But i still am of you devotee.
Eyes see the peak of melancholy
Heart feels the height of most-disdain
Body is polluted with your false thought
Life even goes through wrong.
I have nothing to do
Still i am sunk in your heart-beating love....
By Buddhadeb (29: 08: 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written well and keep the good work up