My Valentine
Whenever I am out bare headed
Under the scorching summer Sun
My skin does not blacken out,
Whenever I am on my duty
To graze the cattle alone
On the green thatches of high hills
Chilly winds of winter not tear me off,
Whenever I am in search of food
Wandering in the dense forests
Fierce beasts never look upon me
Thy presence in my heart
Works wonders for me
All these elements play not with me
Because of only thee,
Thy love makes all the difference
I think you love me
More than I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. the use of nature is really vivid and gives it a nice touch.- '.......Under the scorching summer sun' really nice!