I don’t want to be an internee
in the temple of love of all I see.
When the birds flutter and fly out
for a sojourn somewhere,
warble they sweet-notes of love-lore.
But I ask them to understand life more.
I tell them to expel me from their heart
as it is not a love-dealing mart.
“Don’t believe my features which caught you
and taught you to nurse a desire.
They aren’t natural but cooked up ones! ”.
What I said made a plain mind of mine to her!
Is it right to be an interloper in someone’s estate?
The will of my poor heart breaks
at the spell of her glances yet yields not a bit.
A bud bursts not for all the passing flies
but to one that is marveled and marvels!
One and only one can be a soul-mate in whole life.
She is God-sent, and not those flashing faces,
smiling at the left clicks of the digital mouse.
She may need some peace today for her body
but I won’t bite at her husband’s delicacy.
If his face falls when I see him or dips in silence
I can’t bear it and my heart will hurt and bleed.
Love is not an icky feeling
but I fell in love with only one
who sparked my mind best for the first.
Might I have soared up and fallen down injured
into fathoms deep in the sea of grief
but it’s a scar got in a bravely fought war!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem