O Telephone tower,
Send a message of love
to my love
across the world ...
Say, "I'm crossing
our mother's beautiful land
in a train,
and my eyes want to moisten
for you, I keep them in
(my sister sits in front)
to preserve this sweet secret
of ours' ".
It kills my heart,
this threatening, as if
a secret were a dagger.
Please, I beg of you,
O dear Secret, die
noble and dignified death.
Let my love accept my love.
Hah ! O saint of saints,
please explain to me
how one takes an enlightened view
when this anxiety of an yearning
is the essence of the emotion.
O Shanti, do not mis-read me,
I'm only a mere mortal,
I'll try to learn.
As we all know,
and my faraway love
told me sweetly,
time heals everything, and
there is always one's destiny.
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written in last week of Nov' 09
