your not coming,
has left me,
in a pool of tears!
the flame of the forest
left the message,
on the firey red carpet
of your arrival.
tearing through the dark night
with dark hair dishevelled
i waited breathless,
as time passed!
who will tell, about my
tryst with love
and my bond with sorrow
for loving the dark krishna.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Expression of love exposed very well in this theme. I liked the 'bond with sorrow' bit especially.