Near or far,
Awake or asleep,
Happy or sorrowful,
You are mine.
Yes, o love,
No matter when it is
Where it is
How it is
Why it is
You are still mine.
Beautifully mine,
Ridiculously mine,
Infinitely mine.
No matter
How many men you carry in your garden,
How many men thrive in your fruits,
How many men swim in your river
You are still mine.
Secretly mine
Openly mine
Mysteriously mine.
O my love,
God has sculpted you
To size of my heart.
You won't fit anywhere else.
No matter
How much you try
Or anybody else.
Go as far as you wish,
Forget as much as you wish,
Hate as deep as you wish,
You would still be mine.
Mortally mine,
Immortally mine,
Sinfully mine,
Divinely mine.
You are mine
Only mine.
© Arun Maji
She is the poet's in ups and downs. Excellent theme. But the three lines " How many men..... In your river" has a negative effect on the poem, I think.
How many men swim in your river lovely meet-a-phor You are mine Only mine hope the river is not too swift
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The claim of love. Beautiful