Unabated Pain Of A Lover Poem by Arun Maji

Often, I wonder
How should I tell you
What I feel about you.
The word love is too little,
Too vague, too unrevealing
For what I feel about you.

May be, one evening,
You and I should sit by sea
While waves touching our feet
And moon smiling to us.
You would then lean on my shoulder
And discover something is singing.
You would ask
"Amal, where this song comes from? "
I would pull you to my breasts,
And say-
"Could you hear? Could you hear Malobika?
Here resides a flutist
Who always sings your name.
He has been singing day and night,
Years after years.

He sings
But he doesn't know, why?
He sings your name
Because that is what he loves to do.
That is what he can do.
That is what he is born to do."

Even that may not be enough
To express what I feel about you.
Maybe I would never know
How to express what I feel about you.
May be one day I would die
Carrying pain of not being able to express
What I feel about you.

© Arun Maji