The soul weeps in anguish
falls the leaf from the branch
shockingly the flower is aghast
“ Why Thou! You descend and collapse…
Its still time before death befalls….
“ tis the drop of the curse,
The curse of the loved one,
for whence I should
separate from the branch of life…
It withers my vibrant color
burns the freshness and vigor
lest I need to shrivel and die
When the curse of love transpires!
“Alas, you are the one
Who never grumbled whether ignored
nor stumbled in a storm
walked with a word of joy,
Spreading happiness to every passer –by”.
Its my fault ,O! loved one!
The essence of my immaculateness
Ne’er reached the core of thy heart
I fail and now fall apart!