May be, I don't love you often.
But when I do, I do it deepest, sweetest.
As if, I am you, you are me.
As if, river within me flowing to your sea.
Yet, I don't love you often.
But when I do, I do it crazy.
As if, I am drunk deluded dizzy.
I don't drink you often either-
may be few times at night,
few times at morning after.
But if I do, I do it with full vigour.
Yet, you should not call me 'thirsty'.
Because, it's you who is so juicy tasty.
Tell me, if you are so sweet and tender
why shouldn't I feel hungrier?
Yet, I don't love you often.
But if I do, I do it for ever.
As if, I love you now and life after.
But for all this, you must not blame me.
What could I do If you have overflowing sea?
I blame you and your dipping honey.
No, I don't love you often.
But I wish I love you far more often.
As if, I am in you, you are in me;
and my soul always drinking your sea.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Andrew Atroshenko
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Romantic poem, nicely written
thank you. you are kind. regards.