The right person has not gotten my mind, I am alone
I have spent my whole youth where shall I find the right person
I am dying for the one for lack of least wit
I should have held whose hand but I have grabbed whose feet
In my mind's mosque the one I have wanted
It has given me people's chide and hatred
What have I gotten Oh my hairs are turning grey
I am burning and giving light like mid-day
With all the love and longing in the heart one should have received love in the same, if not more, measure. But what happened- 'It has given me people's chide and hatred'. A very emotional poem. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so many are looking for the right person but few want to be the right person.