This hypocrite is used,
To throwing too many doubts;
Impatient, ill-behaved,
He hastens.

Forgive! Love is a sharp sword,
It plunders Reason’s hoard.
As much as I keep in the sheath,
It swings open upon Love’s scent.

My reason faints,
My logic fades,
My intellect fails,
Love, but, prevails.

From where did I begin,
Where did I now turn?
Take me not to task,
In the battle of love.
For, with the present tide
‘Jaihoon’ declines to ride.




Sep 09 2024