Love …I long not thy tears

To anger I scorn the pain,
For sweet melodies turns grey and dull,
As one in anguish, screams and chide,
Same does other; un-thought miseries takes new shape and form!

Oh! and where is the day?
When there’s laughter and joy?
Of sweet sounds of love and laughter,
That stays in the air…

Thence in tranquillity, I ere the day,
And like the flames of a fire that sways in wind,
In joy my thoughts dance in grief,
For I reckon the anger…would it return?

Please! Oh please! Throw away the anger,
I long not thy tears and hurtful words,
Save merry emotions of words of wondrous love and smiles,
And in joy we shall dwell,
To the horizon across the sea,
Thence in laughter, we will sing of love,
Forlorn anger…chide and scorn its presence…

Oh love! I love thy memory of bitter moments that yet sounds sweet,
For ‘spite the anger, in it hides love,
And in slumber way who dares intrude our emotions?
For between you and me, no one lives!