my love tracking like a thousands of ants
marching about to form the shape of a heart, my heart
pink in color, big in size and lovely in sight
spreading along the garden of the green wild weeds
moving as dart right in the middle of the heart
shouting, screaming, yelling but not in pain
happiness, bliss, elation and joy coming at
my love...my love! you shot me with an arrow
but i took that arrow with me
for it didn't hurt or bleed but it took my fancy
my love..my love! now all you must do is
stalk the tracks... follow it as the rut of the wheels
the tracks of love has left you a sign
that you must take your arrow as a proof
that your responsibility is here
my love..my love! look!
your arrow has gone through my heart
it has left a hole that you have to cover
my love..my love! no more tracks of love
you have found me with a hole in my heart
heal...heal it! ...... or else i take your heart for me
my love..my love! here is your arrow
wipe out my tracks and take this heart for you
you shot it, you stalked it, you found it and you took it
my love..now this heart is fully yours....
this poem is specially made just for my beloved arrow Nisha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem