I
You should not mention this message
This message draw a lonesome passage,
I scatter everything like a savage,
And you gather nothing from the ravage.
II
Is this message impart me?
You do nothing, only the piece of Tee,
Your face haunt me again and again,
But I have nothing gain.
III
Is this book impart you?
NO! this savage attitude impart us.
This was once my curse fate,
That I was no longer your mate.
IV
Really, you are sweet and cute?
But I have, unconsciously tribute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of loss of fascination in love, well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Shishir and welcome to Poemhunter.
I am very grateful for your appropriate words. I am very glad to know that you have read the poem and try to critically evaluate it. thank you very much Sir.