Songs Of A Beguiled Herat- 1 Poem by Dhiren Doley

Sorrows and tears kissed me
Hair of mine grew pale like old he
Repetition of her name in memory causes
Emptying my joy and happiness
Yawning heart of mine and unbearsble run of time
At this juncture, will she come, being in her mind little bit kind
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Sea like billow in the woods of my heart
Her insults create so, breaking me into parts
River, couldn’t become I, to flow into her
Eternal green she bestowed in her beautiful nature
Yes, oh my heart… it is in vain to cry
As her insults and neglect, everyday, grow, making you dry
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See, I am deserted in a manner I cannot bear
Heaven and hell, I promise by them, I want her near
Rest of my days, so that, I make her hear
Except her, my life has no any other dear
Yes of course, such desire of mine can tear
A happy moment of her, she really fears, doesn’t come near