Saudade of
Thine
This pleasure
agonizes me,
And its ailment has turned,
To a twinge of amaranthine.
And its ailment has turned,
To a twinge of amaranthine.
I should wander
no more,
And spawn, thus, no further,
These jell-o poems of mine.
And spawn, thus, no further,
These jell-o poems of mine.
And twiddling
words, thence,
Can jump the picket fence,
And saunter... until sunshine.
Can jump the picket fence,
And saunter... until sunshine.
For they must
return to me,
Before I retrocede to a glen,
Betwixt... Saudades of thine.
Before I retrocede to a glen,
Betwixt... Saudades of thine.
तू जो यहाँ
है... मैं भी
यहीं कहीं मिलूंगी,
कम, न ज्यादा, तुझ जितनी ही खिलूंगी।
कम, न ज्यादा, तुझ जितनी ही खिलूंगी।
Absolutely beautiful...Loved it much!
ReplyDeleteHello, Sadia!! Sounds like the temptation is overwhelming, whilst painful.
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