To look at her beautiful face.
Is not this my cruelty, with my aging existence.
To desire for such a blooming being.
Yes, I agree I love her.
Her charming look, her tender youth
Keep me away.
But still her thoughts and imaginations in my mind
Attracts my soul.
Sometimes I doubt shall I deserve her.
And am afraid of this heartless world.
Heaven’s fragrance, droplets of mercy.
Grandeur of death and
Soothing hope of life after death,
Makes it possible to live a life.
Full of misery and suffering.
Lo! A youth fell,
With a bullet, piercing head,
Making streets again red,
Everyday a martyr one.
The droplets of blood
Abhorrence of worldly desires
Makes it a painful life and a sweet death.
And truth is not that that you can’t discover.