Spring pass'ed with joy
I'm still waiting thy! My love
Thine dream rubbe'd my wound,
Thine eyes
Faints me every day
Come and confess thy eminence love !
Oh ! My honey don't be late
I'm still waiting thou, at mine's door gate
Spring gone to home,
Autumn about to come ! My love
Lest it happen that I get separated from thou like that pale leaf,
Catch me ! My honey
Oh ! My love come and come
And confess mine divine love
Shut the broken heart's
and be like ocean
don't see the krishna's contrastic flute's
whose sound faint everyone's,
see only mine's divine love
oh ! my love, accept mine love and be heaven's of Queen
my heaven's queen,
let us drown in our sacred love
and acquaint world's with this newness raise of love.
- Author: Shlok Kumar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2024 02:43
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to my beloved who took too long to understand my love. Who has been separated from me because of some lie and the lover is trying to convince his beloved. Spring came and went but could not bridge those distances. Autumn is about to come and the poet is saying, my dear. I should not get separated from you like that yellow leaf, hold me and accept my love, this poem creates a contradiction between spring and autumn.After reading this poem, you will feel that the author is convincing his beloved but he is convincing his classmate by giving false praises and telling about his great love for her. The characters in this short poem are Shlok Kumar himself and his classmate Sneha Singh Narendra.This poem has been written on 26 February 2024.
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