sad love – vidyapati thakur

The moon spits fire,
Lotuses droop
And loaded with fragrance
Mingle in sad love.

Kokila, bird of spring,
Why do you torture?

Why do you sing
Your love-provoking song?

My lover is not here
And yet the god of love
Schemes on and on.
You do not know the meaning of ‘tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow’ is my tomorrow
And water
Escapes the dam of youth.

You are in love,
So is your lover,
And your two banks
Are brimming with the flood.

My lover left and I would die
Than wait still longer
For his loved return.

The fragrance of flowers
Enters the city,
Bees sing,
The moon and night enchant,
Yet all are enemies.

Poem – Message in a Bottle

My heart spills over onto the page, 

As I write the words I dare, 

Not say as by hearing them, 

It becomes real you’re not there.
I do not have the will, 

And do not know the way, 

To learn to live without you, 

By just existing day by day.
As I have hidden my emotions, 

The truth I’m not ready to face, 

That I had and knew true love, 

I know I can never replace.
My heart is consumed with loss, 

Of my dearest and beautiful wife, 

Who lost her battle to cancer, 

With no dignity taking her life.
As I roll the tear stained pages, 

So I can push it through, 

My message in a bottle, 

Ready to send to you.
Releasing my words into the sea, 

Til there is a time when, 

My life is spent and done, 

And I will see you again.
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