'To The Beloved'
Long day and long night have passed,
Your's and mine's heads are tossed.
Nothing can be heard but, the clamouring sound.
O, dear atlast I have found,
The cause of our disturbance;
Both of us are suffering from annoyance.
It is the anger and the fear-
That make both of usto bear
The intolerable occasion,
Which haunted like a passion.
Let me try, let me try-
With a pressing heart and glorious eye.
'All is not gold that glitters',
Sweet apparently, but proves a glass of bitters.
To separate us is harder,
Because we are made for Each Other.
_____________________________By Ms.Aditi Guha__________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem