I confess doing everything to woo
You were only one and that is very true
I have no other means to reach you
Some of my letters may make me through
Everybody may desire comforts and tree shed
Lot many angles of life’s struggles have been fed
Every care is to be taken to make it as success
The females have suffered all along without any access
You may remain away for any of the reasons
You too are proving to be a nice and kind person
What I need from you is a close company
Though the proposals are received for same from many
How to reassure in your absence
I seek and wait for timely presence
I do understand it is bond of great essence
I seek and eagerly wait to be with you hence
No stars or sky may come to rescue
I have no other means to think and view
I can take help of beautiful writing
It may prove to be nice and good beginning
It is difficult to bear separation at heart
I have felt it from the beginning or start
I knew it will prove to be a difficult one
But alas! It was to be undergone by none
I am feeling hot particles of desert
I have to feel and nothing more to insert
I look towards sky and pray for sudden burst
The dark clouds are needed here and must
What else did I need except few rain drops?
What compels you not to come here and stop?
I know you will come and gently shower
The desert can boom with drops fewer
The sand may not allow it to go further
It will be absorbed then and there
The heat dissipation may be to an extent
There may be no reason then to resent
The dream plants may come up with flowers
Though the time may want us to pace little slower
The womb has developed an urge for fertility
It may all prove to be of great quality
I shiver in hard hitting winters
No other ideas or thought can enter
I scotch everything and dismiss
That is what you make as no promise
These are not simple letters on page
It has grown with patience and coming of an age
I have desired and want you to enter
In desolate life to be at the centre
Does this relate to my state of mind?
Will you read it by not closing eyes as blind?
Will I ever have my dreams to become chance?
Will you rush to me on receipt of it at once?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I confess doing everything to woo You were only one and that is very true I have no other means to reach you Some of my letters may make me through