Vidyapati Thakur

(1352 - 1448 / Bishphi / Bihar, India)

Shattered Desire - Poem by Vidyapati Thakur

Swelling breasts, hard, like golden cups.
Those wanton glances have stolen my heart,
O beautiful one, protest no longer.
I am eager as a bee, let me take your honey.
Darling, I beg you, holding your hands,
Do not be cruel, have pity on me.
I shall say that again and again,
No more can I suffer the agony of love.

Says Vidyapati:
Shattered desire is death.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 2, 2010



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