I Enter Secretly My Lover's Room Poem by Sahil Sharifdin Bhat

My choices and thinking are unique.
Palaces and cars, I never seek.
Rowdy bikers, I never chase.
I see the heart, not wealth or face.
Where others rush, I patiently wait.
What others love, I sometimes hate.
I am a lover, not a shameless whore.
I don't show off my love door to door.
My love, I do not advertise.
I hide him from all ears and eyes.
He lives across the river near the hill.
Going to his home is a sweet thrill.
Some distance I walk and some I ride
To reach his home at the hillside.
The more people our secrets know;
The bigger our sorrows grow.
Friends, relatives and neighbours -
All are enemies of true lovers.
So love madly each other but tell none.
People ruin happiness, peace and fun.
Overt love makes us often sad
But secret love makes us truly glad.
I enter secretly my lover's room
To treat my boredom, pain and gloom.
His room is unknown to all others _
My friends, relatives and neighbours.
His room is my temple of delight,
Where I find peace, bliss and eyesight.
There is hidden my biggest treasure.
There is my pure fountain of pleasure.