If There's Truthfulness, This Is The Truth. Poem by sisirachandra vaduge

Tell Her that I never love her
If there's any truthfulness it will be...
Tell her that I never hate her

I can't take Her to a mansion, But to my little hut
I can't apply Kunkuma Chandana Anajana
In her rosy petal cheeks, but the dews of dawn

I can't take hr in a golden carrier
Unless walking, keeping hands together embracing each other
I cant give her rose apples, but country water melon

Sea the still shinning stars around the moon
See the dancing white pearls over the sea beds
See the flowers of fragrance in the orchards yet

But ask her to come and see me in my hut
I am squatting in isolation in the front yard
Tell her that I never love her again