My Countrified Love, The News Of Your Sudden Wedding Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I have heard that they came to see you,
I mean the relatives as for an arranged marriage
Together with the match-makers, came they
The father and the maternal uncle of the boy.

O, I shall go away, go away, leaving you,
Shall go, go away leaving you,
Have waited, waited so long,
And how long shall I go?

They came to see me and liked me too
And if it happens, I shall go, go away
Which you will yourself see me
Going away some day.

O, you will go away, go away,
Then what shall I do,
Without you, how shall I live,
How shall I live?

If you go away, go away, what shall I,
What shall I,
How shall I live, shall I live
Without you, without you?

Our love of so many days, our love so old
And if move you away, how shall I,
How shall I, my love,
Whom shall I come to see and give wild flowers?

If you, if you go away, for whom,
For whom shall I bring cosmetics,
Whom shall I see playing with the lambs,
Who shall it be sweeping the mud house courtyard and talking with?

Your love I shall search it, search it,
Your pastoral love and romanticism,
Your colour and spirit,
Your countrified living and natural plainspeak.

For whom, for whom shall I sing of pastoral love,
For whom the song of love,
Countrified love and living,
Titali, Butterfly, let us be away with.