Love
Love
"People become angry,
People exhibit sulks,
People show pride in love
In the hope of achievement.
People yearn in love,
People write poetry
To finally own
The separation.
People love the speed of life,
One who comes,
She becomes the love,
And who doesn't come
Becomes a forgettable road.
But I,
Yes, I can neither spare
The rain of the past
Nor the winter of the present.
At times, the sari of rain
Brings the fragrance of winter,
And at times, the shining vermilion on winter's forehead brings the red color
Of rain's lips
In the cottage of my written book."