I Feel The Love

I am like that puissant Sun, 

I am like that staunchest lover, 

Who burns himself 

In the daytime, 

But never ever comes 

To her front.

Following the order of her hatred, 

I never come.

Developing achulophobia, 

I hide and see her swell beauty in the bosom of sky. 

Yes, she is the moon, 

For whom I am accursed. 

Yes, she is the moon, 

For whom I am a persona non grata. 

Is this love, 

Is this love when 

The darkness taunts me, 

I whisper that 

I have embraced achulophobia 

Because of love, 

I feel the love in her hatred, 

I feel the love in her rejection?