Love is a fragrance,
Whose aroma distills the soul of the lovers.
It made me turn into a good human.
I was mesmerized by its experience,
Although I knew I will never get the love,
From the one whom I love.
I did not disclosed my love to her,
Thinking its futile when you know the answer.
Moreover I never wanted to hurt her in any mere way.
I shall take my love with me to my Grave,
& ask the Lord what made him create love,
When all of us can’t get it.
I wish I was one of them, who got love in Return,
& I pray to God that she gets her love in return when it’s her turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem