True lovers are really poor souls blaming each other for their separation. They lament but never complain.
This is the translation of my hindi poem ' Na poocho mere dil ka haal' from book Sab Rang.
Love poem-3 Lamenter
My feelings may not be peeped into
sufferings have made me their companion
words may not find the tongue
deserted me, have my expression.
Alienated you make me feel
a wound that will never heal
ditching me, did not affect me as much
your distrustful nature made my heart to seal.
A drop of blood torn apart
Why ? O beloved! You became treacherous
Who is at fault? moan the beats of heart
I should have died than bear indifference.
Appearance of comet brings bad omen
falling stars betraying my emotions
lightening that struck me in open
can’t endure with unreserved patience.
Whenever the fate ordain us to meet
never will complain, for I have you loved
expression will find no words to tell
feelings will remain unexpressed.
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A very deep but sad poem on love...
yes..beautiful but so sad