.......... Chaudhary (In English) Poem by R. A. Chaudhary

Having fallen in love with you Mori,
Became so crazy, in your memory,
How do I let it you know? Sorry.
Sleepless, be at loss this Chaudhary.

All is slept as torn machinery,
Making tranquil as its jewelry,
Love is very rooted in this story,
Sleepless, be at loss this Chaudhary.

Constructs Love-city at voluntary,
Separate world of heavenly luxury,
Hugging you there, who worry?
Very much pleased this Chaudhary.

Thorny changes into flowery,
While I happen to see you “Mori”
I spend all days with you primary,
By sunset, afraid of this Chaudhary

Let our love bloom, as merry,
Even misfortune can’t break its glory,
“I never make you worry”
Final promise makes this Chaudhary.

As wind tremble twig of tree,
Our love quakes regularly.
If our love be primary,
Does it waves as secondary?
Compelled, think this Chaudhary.

Don’t forget me in any quandary,
Will leave you the world, at misery,
You may remorse with worry,
Alas! Died that sweet Chaudhary?