My Love For The Burquawalli Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the moonlit nights, I searching my Burquawalli,
The burqua-clad girl, the dark beauty,
The belle, beauty under the veil,
I strolling over, loitering around to feel her presence,
The feel and presence of Burquawalli.

The fair and full moon is shining up above,
A few stars too littered across
And there is all-around a whiteness visible,
The hills standing afar
And here I remembering my Burquawalli,
Her love.

Burquawalli, in search of your love,
Go I moving about,
Marking the moonlit-night-blenched world,
The rivulets, hills and forests
And I crossing over the landscapes
Leading to the farmhouses and hamlets.

Just the eyes, seen through the latticed cloth,
Luscious and lustrous,
Tell me, tell me,
Go you before,
The sweet name of yours,
What your identity, what your entity,
What your and mine acquaintance?

Your songs, songs of love sing I,
Your dreams dream I,
I do not know it what my relationship with you,
Your and mine,
Burquawalli?

Love is love, heart is heart,
And we all for love,
The dark-veiled girl, the burqua-clad
And you coming to me as a dream girl,
Coming with each and every night
And passing away with fallen dew drops
That I see in the morning, that it comes to my notice.