Meena-
I loved her.
She was more than an angel.
I married her.
She was less than a devil.
Beena-
She was the mother of pearl.
Someone married.
She is still to me a pearl
or more than a mother of pearl.
Marriage-
Is it a death knell to love?
Love-
Is it alive like a mirage?
23.05.2001, Pmdi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem