Amorous Desire (Kumfal) Your final verdict over telephone Made me realize in detail That the word marriage is nothing But a misnomer for dissatisfied sensual desire, Nicely packed in a golden glittering casket of love. No, you are not totally mistaken, As you are one of those general run of women To whom love is simply a leisurely pastime. It would be an omission if I do not thank you For the expert performance in such a play, So, thanks. If, per chance at the dead of night You grieve about your past life; Take it as a mere nightmare Having no physical counterpart. The same practice I would follow Cause I would not dis honour my love By pouring it down in a wrong place Rather, from now on, I would learn to despise you. I accept my ill fate gracefully, I shall not stand in your way to good luck; In the large cosmic context I see my need as a relative event only. Neither I can wish your happiness, Nor can I desire your distress. I shall tell nothing about past happiness That is gone forever. To speak the truth; You have only created discontent By presenting the will-o-the- wisp of happiness to me. Paradoxically, you also tasted a portion of it. Really! You judge masculinity by the yardstick of money Your gender has made you immature, As you do not understand love. I’ve been pondering to write to you for some days. With little or no progress. Look, your voice has ignited the spark of writing in mc, As if it has some spell in it; And I m writing on and on. I suspect whether it is 1 who is writing Or some enchantress is making these writings Through her hidden voice.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 10:35:09 +0000
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