A Pitiful Lover

Day and night,

thoughts of her have haunted me,

in endless longing,

I have called out her name.

Many living beings die in God's creation,

but my end bore only her name,

for I was killed

by the pain of her separation.

Crowned with my love,

she walks upon flowers,

she sways gently on a swing,

while carrying my heart with her.

There is modesty in her eyes,

and a smile upon her lips.

 cherished princess,

the darling of her family.

She smiles with radiant grace

and hums melodies like a nightingale.

All my dreams were made of glass,

now they lie shattered, scattered into dust.

My destiny turned from its destined path,

and vanished somewhere beyond my reach.

I cannot describe the torments I endure

whenever I to write of them,

the pen itself begins to weep.

She inflicted cruelty on my heart,

as a punishment, for loving her truly.

May no lover in this world

ever become as pitiful as I.

Sanji-Paul Arvind