When i see you with him,
my heart starts to cry,
tear fall takes place inside,
but, eyes are dry.
when i see you my mind dances,
and heart starts to sing,
for me you are my queen,
And I am your king.
I am silent in front of you,
you would be thinking I am dumb,
And if you also love me,
for me it will be rum.
by-prathamesh ingale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful depiction of the mighty spiritual experience that is love - a voyage of pure bliss when it is mutual, but a cause of serious heartache when it's not reciprocated. Lovely poem well brought forth from inner recesses of the heart in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Prathamesh. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.