A Symbol Of Love
O immortal price! Your love is a tale
Sprouted with full shine while others fail
She was as pretty as Taj in moon
Perhaps her love gifted you as a boon
From God forever to celebrate
As a form of the wind your mate
Touches on marbles with great intent
And sings a song of that moment
She recalls your shoul many a time
And reminds the love of her prime
O price of fairy! You made her love divine
Before the world and also for mine
The river yamuna heard your mourn
And poured it before the world sojourn
As long as the sun and moon will shine
Its rays can seen on Taj for thine
Competitive star are eager to look down.
The beauty of love, the indian crown.
You dedicated a symbol, a memory in pain
Of love for love that none can gain
©© Ram Kesh Mishra
From Sultanpur UP India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well conceived and written piece, Ram
Sir, it is your greatness to encourage me. thanks.