If I can love her
I feel gentle breezes are blowing over my body.
It takes only a few minutes to love
But it takes months to return
At that moment s I watched the ferocious nights had passed away
Likewise, I spent my days.
Hope, I can find out another one to love.
But the shaft once shot does not return
Always a question hammers.
Why I am not able to love!
Amongst the crowded questions, for what reason? Why?
I have yet been unable to love one.
Life is trifle, if it be protected, may open my heart
Due to non-getting of love
Time and opportunity had passed on to the tempest
With pang of love unrequited love
It takes only a few moments to love her
But it takes months to return
Now, no frank conversation takes place with open heart.
Winter and spring arrive and depart every year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem