Knowing that he will visit my home at the sunrise,
I've decided to return home from my darkness;
I will never tell him about my heart's fast beatings,
I will just narrate my woes through smiles in my eyes;
He is hiding but all the fun of friendship he plays with me,
Who says he has broken off from me and has ignored me?
Though my beloved has got no name,
I offer my name to him and call him by my own name;
I have burnt myself on the pyre of the rosewood In His name,
Who will gather my ashes to drop it in the Ganges in His name?
He has charmed my heart and soul secretly and silently,
What song will I sing in his praise, for he prefers secrecy?
He would not tell me why he loves me so fondly,
He created me so that he could love himself through me;
I hear the continuous callings from him even in my dreams,
Never I miss his melodious voice echoing in and out of me.
MyKoul
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