My love for you is perennial,
And by no way it is a serial.
I have to make an epic,
And not to just finish in a pic.
Much I have heard of heart,
It seems to praise in all art,
You don't have to predict my act,
As you live in me by heart.
Golden were the moments,
Recorded in heart our events.
Come my love to see the essence,
With no doubt or nonsense.
My mind is inspired and heart blocked,
As I see your stubborn heart rocked.
For you will surely regret your betrayal,
More severe than a convict's trail.
Don't confess to the unknown,
Ask once to this person known.
How can you live on your own,
When you called me your own.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 16/02/2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem