I married my heart to you.
I pinned it to the wall
you can crush it like a flower.
Cause the way I'm feeling
it now doesn't, really matter
it was freely, given
and yours equally
you didn't have-to-barter
I gave you, it willingly at cost,
hoping you would make
-the most of it, and you did.
Now it's stick-or-bust
or do you twist,
and have I lost?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You fell in love with poetry and gave your heart completely- - -In pure love, there is 'Giving''without expecting the 'Return''This feeling is a reward in itself.Thanks for sharing this amazing poem.
Thank you for this comment Bharati, I am so glad ou enjoyed it.