i do not find you in yourself
nor do i find me in my ribbed cage.
your eyes with deceitful look
your face a false mirror...
the fire you create is bold but icy
and the shadow you knit is massive but always uncomfortable,
'love' - a daily utterance, merely a pretension
-a fancy
it does not matter how many likes and shares do you get
may it be in astronomical numbers
but believe it or not
love does not exist here as it had been existed before.
our soul does not play hide and seek
but registers every thing 'true or false.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem