बुधवार, 29 सितंबर 2010

It is My Destiny to be Ached, not it is of Thee.


I know not how are You, My Empress ! in this Midnight,
No More this Moon Seems to Me Lovely and bright.

The Magic of  Magnificent  Moon is about to Vanish,
I Sit beneath  the Dome of this Black Night,with Waning Wish.


Melancholy Pervades the Sky, where ever I See,
My Bleeding Head,with Stabbed Dreams,Bow to Thee.

I Beg for Your Perpetuating Pain , Give it to me,
It is My Destiny to be Ached, not it is of Thee.

--  Aravind Pandey