My cup of joy is filled with tear.
So long it danced with love and fear.
Now, I know, who loves one a lot,
can't close his eyes, without her thought.
Since, she lives in the heart's of heart,
nothing can make them get apart.
Wistful look longs to shout one's name,
putting off apron of desired fame.
Pretends as if does not want much,
but, in absence is keeping touch.
She loves the way, he loves a lot.
She always lives in his love's thought!
So beautiful Neela every line drips the honey you made honeycomb so nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful love poem nicely penned with conviction. Indeed the dwelling place of love is in the inner recesses of the heart - whose divinely ordained duty is to love. A good one Neela. Thanks for sharing and do remain blessed.