I ask the blue sky,
for loving her I don't know why.
I ask the vast ocean,
why I love her I don't understand.
I ask the high mountain,
why I don't understand though I have a clever brain.
They don't have any answer,
They ask me to listen to whisper
from my heart,
which has neither lust
nor caste,
but plenty of sacrifice,
tender care for day and night,
a willingness to give,
so long as I live,
no desire to take,
let alone about to hate,
carrying her burden a thousand miles,
serving her until I die,
just to see her face with a smile.
These are the facts I can't deny.
Now I know the correct answer for 'why'.
True love is the heart's matter,
which can't be solved by the grey matter (brain) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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