HEALS MY SOUL

Separate were we

Till we met and

Each other realized

And understood we

And renowned we

The bond between hearts,

The world call in pretty name,

Since born of the universe,

Whispered by great minds,

Raised statues on its behalf,

Sung on its merits,

Written on its fame

Thousands of lines;

In prose and in verse

By the entire generations.

Realized we its glory

Recognized we its greatness

Wondered and got bliss we

That the shelter we under

Its cool shade, in joy

Dreamt the future together

To shelter under the shadow.

But, alas! In vain all!

How vigorously came he!

With his mighty sword

Separated us, unkind

Got the dreams broken

And he, the mightier, the ruler

Of the whole generations

Since the birth of the cosmos

We, the silly mortals

Bounded by thy rules

Obey you, yield you

Try never to row

The yacht against the least

Of thy flow; ‘the time’

Glory to thee, the mightier

But wonder is it

Heal my heart thee now

With thy same sword!