The Glory of Sorrow
A milestone in love
I have just got
When I joined the club
Of the sorrowful lovers
Not I am to be praised
For all this
Glorious achievement
It is only
The grace of her love
Now it is up to me
How meritorious I can be
By making my sorrow
More and more high
But even for this
I need her bliss
Of her hateful eyes
I pray to God
To give her power
To rain hateful shower
Without caring
The cover
Of my loving fire
The more she hates
The higher the glory
Of my sorrow becomes
Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014
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