LOVE

Thirst for love

I know not the day, month or year

Nor did the cuckoo's song I hear

I saw not the spring and winter go past

I felt not any hunger nor thirs.

I am shy for reasons unknown,

And heart is heavy with desire unknown.

Mind is in despair and feels a pain

As if life is hollow and living in vain.

If love is so tough, cruel and mad,

Why do all long for love, when sad ?