by Mukeshkumar Raval
Now when you have landed in his arms
I envy him not my love
A nightingale's faded song still
echoes in my heart
that the bird has untied the knot.
I like a gloomy farmer stare the sky
and see the dispersing clouds of hope.
I stand mute like a singer
whose strings of lyre are broken
and melody is lost in the inner tempest.
as you sleep in the lap of my rival
I see you but envy thee not nor him.
You, like the daughter of Eve
tasted the forbidden fruit first
But I am also a son of Adam
I will not betray thee .
Last updated September 20, 2013