Nothing has happened to you,
But have fallen in love,
Societal barriers are in between
That's why you are saying so.
You seem to be a Sufi, but re not,
A very romantic girl
Tired of romanticism,
Romance, dream, colour, fancy and imagination,
A yogan in the rudraksha rosary
And bracelets not,
But a Rajneeshite,
A Marawari businessman's daughter.
Poetry is flirtation with
As was love,
Poetry is your pastime
As was love
And now you asking me to call you
A Radha, a Mira,
So mad in love and devotion
That you forgetting your husband even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem