The expressive eyes of the lover,
stabbed the heart of the beloved,
Effusive feelings soon hover,
in the injured soul of the affected..
Like a bird perched on a branch
soon seen dangling,
About to fall or fly by chance,
as per the destiny it's having.
So too a person in love
can fall or rise in the same,
unless feelings like wild dove
It learns to tame.
And forget the eyes beauty,
That made its heart beat,
And live only to fulfill its duty
and never with the lover it meet...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem