Love in humans may be of an atom's size
but a disaster it makes when it is banned.
Even at death, the lovers tell not lies.
When parted lovers meet, love springs as in sand.
Lust feels shy to see true love and goes away.
The morans sticking to caste aren't nice
to leave the lovers wend on their way,
enforce split as falling in love is a vice.
She and she 'lone makes him positive in mind.
His rugged nature ends in a longing one.
Awaiting danger to love, no one can find
as the thugs work in dark which the lovers shun.
Love blooms in English culture as they adore it;
elsewhere the lovers had strength their throats themselves to slit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
praiseworthy writings on love truly said....... Lu st feels shy to see true love and goes away.....10+++