A budding pain surfaces over heart,
A little fire kindled keeps eye on!
Something keeps carving inside me!
The darkest part of soul,
May never have peace at the end.
Much pity, so is this thing that:
I have to prove my worth to all.
Curse of sky was always upon lover,
And I am burning again like Chinar.
The golden leaves fading with flame,
And every branch turning to ash!
Dusk call upon, my half dead-soul!
No angel's arrival is expected, and
No savior can save me from myself,
Yet! I am the only big enemy of mine.
Pain, agony and poison do master me.
I am nowhere, vanished with lights
As I always came across the fact-
My Love! Your Love never satisfy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love, never satisfied. but love is filled.