I came to meet you,
Alas, no trace of you anywhere;
I went round and round around there
From front to back and sides both
To trace you there hidden somewhere;
Alas, it was a frozen naught
That froze me too deep in heart
With doubts unanswered still till now.
Sanctum sanctorum perhaps vacant,
Temple around was eerily silent,
No lamps, no bells to stir my soul,
No incense lighted to fill fragrance,
And my prayers had gone simply waste.
I came for peace, to light my soul,
What I got was sheer disturbance
And light around further clouded;
I stood in silence for sometime
In hope you make an appearance;
All doors shut, windows curtained,
And no light shone from anywhere;
Curtain drawn and disillusioned,
I simply slipped from the place,
Knowing not what had gone wrong,
And decided within not to return again.
Can I keep the promise ever?
Can I relegate you to oblivion ever
While every heartbeat is throbbing you?
I made promises several before,
And kept to them for years indeed,
But someday, as today, had to break;
Sanctum sanctorum perhaps vacant,
And uncertainties ruling all in it
Cloud my soul and rattle the heart
Till I know where have you gone,
Whether happy, contented and in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem