When You Were Flower, I Became A Singing Bird! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

I and you were in love for ever,
When you born here as flower,
I developed wings to fly around
you,
when you had that wonderful
petals, I too had colourful wings,
When you are fragrant,
I never developed fragrance,
Because I thought you may get
enchanted,
Or may faint and fall,
May fall quickly and
if you fall
then it is my own death
How can I live here without you!

I was not a poet, had no poesy,
Love made me to sing,
Singing bird I became,
Not because I had song,
Not because I had magical or mystic thoughts,
Not because of idioms and phrases,
Not that hold on figure of speech,
Only my heart wanted to sing,
My own lyrics and words, my own tune!

Enchanted by beauty of the stars shining on your face,
And the enchanting smiling lips
The kiss of that lips,
sure to take me to heaven, nay beyond heaven and to that plane,
Where hell can't reach,
Nor even heaven can match!