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 makeup, 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