1.
May it be thunder, while
Seen, deep sea,
Of knowledge far a mile
O, lets see!
2.
Pitier than worse, seem-
Than, to love!
A Lover must redeem
It above;
3.
Yet, it swells him between
Love and choice,
And be wise, not a mean
Follow voice.
4.
Too deep the days, incur;
Late, a noon,
He came; Priya was sure-
All they swoon,
5.
Though neighbour's in favour,
Hints not word;
They were as if, for hour
'Gain to board.
6.
Until affair be, she
Did not care,
In Love she loths and be
A gin, fare.
7.
How much you love me, O,
A gaunt boy?
Said she, - 'Girl of twin brow',
'Seems not coy'.
8.
Not few, by dint of light
Total share-
Love o'er, Lover said, but
Much than mare;
9.
Thus exceed the fouls, now
Unaware!
Childlike both had no vow
To appear.
10.
Love has goals, n'er exist,
Fain in speech;
Too a much smash the fist-
So you bleach.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
12/09/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem