Original Piece in Hindi : By Akhil Translated : By Jagdeep
F Off! F off, you call this love? You don't know what it is to serenade. You could, I’m sure, climb up a mountain, and push me too, But you don't know what it is to dance around me, and charade Suggestions, good advice, are a dime a dozen. Everyone gives me a bite of reality. You, I’d wished, would nibble me a lie, Lovingly massage a sweet nothing in every muscle, till I die. Fruits of patience are sweet, they say. Silly people… Let me tell you, birds don't sing a silent song. How I’d relish quietly the sweet pain, But you don't know what it is to torture, make me suffer. And then, Make-up, make me feel I belong I know you have many lovers So many bosoms you can make your pillow Moths will flock to candle light But not one moth You can save, from its plight.