You may have memories
Of our last meeting at River Indus.
standing on the west bank,
I held your hand
And kissed it softly.
You asked, ' how deep is your love? '
I said, ' Not deepr than this sacred river! '
You shouted, ' how this could be? '
I nodded, ' yes, it's true.'
I have renewed
My pledge of love with it.
You know, it was there,
Much before you.
Those who have seen indus will understand the ebauty of this poem, , nice thought, ,10
So you can never love me the way you love your brother Tom? ? Only thing that I remember was standing by Floss while he held my hand and everything before that is dark to me! ! ! [Mill on the Floss] Murky manna of Sindhu maligned yet lusted after Tnnx Ms Jamali
the vows by the river bank......holy and sacred...........pierce the heart...........good work
Ouch! That is something a girl in love doesn't want to hear. I get the spiritual beauty of the poem though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know Indus but your words draw the picture of the Indus and your deep love...