Hidden somewhere from my mortal eyes,
You remind me always by unending ways
Your grand presence carved deep in my life
Like the colours built in flowers' subtle self.
Nowhere noway you spread to my existence,
Yet I hear your heartbeats, recurring insistence
That nothing you ever count more for yourself
Than me, though I'm bereft of all vitals myself.
Why then in us this odd polar contradictions?
Why then in us this odd tilted introductions?
While we're pledged to each other's existence,
Why in us find this savagely painful difference?
I always look around to find you somewhere,
Eyes set on unknown horizons everywhere;
I find nought but for your distant whispers
That assure how we both belong to others.
I know, you aren't now, what you were then,
Time should have etched its marks since then,
As it has done to me in age and range a'where,
But our souls entangled go so entangled forever.
We exceed time and distance, and its range,
Our bond shoots out of the transient rules;
We're our own, our bond nowhere in cage,
We stand up to the fate and it's vice tools.
It's only a matter of the time, and due wait,
It's long patience till time turns out right;
Love and devotion duly cured in time's test
Never bother how fate might ever turn out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem