O' look at pallbearer
With caravan the corpse
Slowly carrying
Step by step
With the crystal tear of moaning
None in coffin; it's me
The LOVE
Leave all are there
Where are every fair
But I couldn't touch
Remain untouched in every near
It is a beautiful poem on life, love and death having touching inscription with nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.10
Loneliness is a glimse of death, Every new breath is death of the last breah, life is the name of living after every death, Fani Badayuni. (Har nafas unre guzishta ki hay mayyat Fani-Zindigi nam hay mar mar ke jiye jane ka.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned- Love can't die although everyone thinks it is dead Love just lives in lively death!