All my craving, all my love,
Is like a cloudy sky,
Failing to bring rain,
I know my love U want me too,
But God hath so desired!
We are not destined to be one,
Though a fault a little is ours,
We must accept, we were sluggish,
That kept a sea of fire in bosom,
Without giving it a vent,
Whom shall I blame, God or ourselves?
Was that our fate?
were we destined to part?
Whom shall I ask this,
who will give justice?
Oh Lord! Is it justice, is it justice?
great iamgery......wonderful use of hyperbole.........great great write indeed :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Though a fault a little is ours, We must accept, we were sluggish, That kept a sea of fire in bosom, Without giving it a vent, Whom shall I blame, God or ourselves? Was that our fate... love to read these lines...great