Where will I be, after years, in this uncharted sea of life
Who all will be my friends & what all my passions
What will remain of this world I see today
What painful memories will remain blurred
What image will time mould in me
What will be love’s language
In that unknown shore of time;
The sun will come out once the storm is over
The same love will remain
Which has followed me life after life,
Freedom of love has made me a prisoner of hope
And it is just for your love,
I am born again as a poet
To fill blank pages of a forlorn past,
My love for you is a torn page
Which floats in the idle breeze,
Though the dainty flower has withered away
My garden will bloom again;
Why do I keep writing like this about my love alone?
Why do I keep loving you, like this?
This love will cease to exist
If fulfilled in a single lifespan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem