My lost love, the rebllious poet,
It's me, your bygone days, Harriet.
I'm torn and endured a lot.
I won't give blame only to my lot.
I loved you and will be loving ever,
You can forget me but I'll never!
I waited for you for three years.
Could have awaited more o my dear.
At least, you loved me once in my life,
With this belief I could have survived.
I thought a born rebellion you are,
Someday, must come back quenching your fire!
But, no, ray of hope, no flickering light,
I found still now, which can help me fight.
This battle of unrequited love,
This road is uncertain and very rough.
I can't stand anymore this fevered life,
Always with pain, and intolerable strife!
I will get myself drowned in Serpentine lake,
Though I know, it won't give you any shake!
Is it my destiny, my inevitable fate?
Forgive me, and my love, with last kiss-Harriet.
The wise use of poetic devices blended with the fitness of apt diction makes the reading here a marvellous experience.As the tranquility of even thoughts float over the mind, one hopes to write on par. Keep it up Nilakshi.
This road is uncertain and is very rough. 'tis the truth...... A magnificient poem! ! ! !
Sadly beautiful farewell along with perhaps some sense of closure and moving on...Eloquent penning, Nil.~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
written well with flair and very poignant poetic verses