Treasure Island

Sidra Fathima


My Beloved


I desire you, I think of you
every moment, everywhere i see you
you have made me restless
over the limit beloved, i have loved you

i did not understand nor did i know, why i became a crazy lover
in your tune, my beloved, i have become a stranger to myself
in your dreams, i have glimpsed
over the limit beloved, i have loved you

your memory comes, now i can not wait
in my thoughts, only you smile
every moment i yearned for you
over the limit beloved, i have loved you.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013
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This poem tells about the thinking of my beloved.it was sleepless night of 30th october 2013.i translated this poem in english from hindi language.

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(30/10/2013) Ambur, India

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