When the arrow of Cupid fires, <br />It is the pain of the departed that is sweetest! <br /> <br />My legs are numb, dizzy feeling of embracing my beloved, <br />Grasses, lie down, for you be quite, <br />In her svelte steps is the brazen promise, <br />In the steal of the night! Night help! <br /> <br />Breathless in the branches, of my lass! <br />The moonlight in the garden, sprinkles silver <br />…and Jasmine is offered, on her tresses, <br />Oh touch is dissolution of my limits, sends shivers <br /> <br />I am drunk, on Love! <br />The wine cup of the God Himself! <br />Prosaic windows of my mind, <br />Open inside, a glimpse of spirit ginseng <br /> <br />Is this moon in my swoon? <br />Or you my dear, setting sway, <br />Oh tear’d apart, drop’d tear depart <br />My life, my breath, getting away! <br /> <br />You are Me, in the stillness of blue night sky <br />I enjoy the separation, this a smiling cry attest, <br />When the arrow of Cupid fires, <br />It is the pain of the departed, that is sweetest! <br /> <br />Hisar,15/11/2008<br /><br />Rajesh Kumar Vaid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sweetest-pain/
