YOUR PRIDE

Forget the road to my hut,

Do not visit me,

Close the doors and windows of your fort,

Do not allow me to see you.

Block my number

Do not talk to me,

Forget my mail box

Don’t read the verses I write in your glory.

I will bear them anyway

Accept the pain of detachment as my destiny

But I will not tolerate,

At any cost, in any condition

a single dust particle,

on the surface of my Kohinoor

a single soul look towards my Ganges,

With eyes of dishonour,

a single drop of tears,

in the eyes of my goddess any day.

Because your smile, pride and glory,

Are much dearer and desirous to me

Than even you, yourself my sweetheart!!!!!