If you have to win your maiden love
you won’t then face bitter things.
The caste feuds and communal tiff
make your being whole.
Thousands of men we meet.
Each one has his own tale.
Every tale has ups and downs
of our life so very precious.
If anyone leads a tragic life,
lessons many one can learn.
Obstacles come to boost your heart
Or else life will be dull.
If love is destined to scream hoarse,
the haunting melodies, the young make.
When sorrow-tinged hearts have wept long,
Nature would shed her tears, oh!
If God doesn’t come to untie the knot,
the conflict guides to the worst.
Pity the young ones fallen in love
as the mistakes are heaven made.
A great poem really enjoyed reading it. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, well experience.