Being under catch-22 sans getting her reply
I'm swamping in a sea of grief.
To win her heart, suave manners did I apply
but atrocious she is to make our love brief!
Her stupendous smiles sparked my heart to shine
but her rendezvous with rogues made me fall.
I'm in a fix to praise or mar her traits fine;
a flummoxed lot to give up thoughts of love all!
Why God hasn't made me an obtuse person
to avoid hearing not women's voice sweet
and ignore the fiery words of aversion?
I don'twantmy eyes her luring looks to meet!
Several messages are erased to keep 'way from her;
by God's grace I keep off from casting on her slurs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why God hasn't made me an obtuse person to avoid hearing not women's voice sweet......beautiful poetic expression