Do not go, my love, without kissing me,
‘Come, my darling!’ add glory to my lips.
If you must go, leave like the Sun that goes
down to the West only to come up from the
East again. For in your eyes, I see the Stars
of love. I see not hundred, not thousand but
million Stars of love shining vibrantly like
the sincerity on the ocean of quietude and
I can feel the redolent of love, whenever I
think about you. Please, I beg, estrange me
not, spark of the divine, behold me evermore
and reap the miseries of my heart with the
virgin sickle of your lascivious tongue.


Copyright 2004 Bhuwan Thapaliya