love

How fair is this difference of colors in love?

Married you make up your form of love,

Who became a widow, why did you get this white form?

What was necessary was the division of love into colors,

If not, why didn't you let your unrequited love remain colorless?

And when you had taken your own red color of love,

So why couldn't you love that love of yours?

Then why did you adopt that white colour?

Was your love with his body or with his immortal soul,

If by spirit, then why…..?

With the separation of the soul of that body,

You even killed your love,

If his love is still alive in your soul,

So why have you wrapped this white shroud on yourself?

Has love become a pattern of clothes?

If not, then look yourself in the mirror,

Wasn't this white dress a reflection of your love?

Spiritual love does not die because of the separation of the body,

Take off this white shroud, adorn yourself again with your love,

You let love be love, don't make it a game of colours,

Seeing your soul imprisoned in the shroud, that free soul must also be suffering,

Somewhere the culprit must be understanding himself,

Listen to the love of that soul, you must be saying this,

No love has no color red or white,

You are not the rituals of colors, just follow your love,

Take off this white shroud from yourself, then adorn yourself with that spiritual love.