The follower

My adored one dwells in my feeling,

I have actually seen that domicile of bliss.

My queen is she, the imperishable

My women is she, the never ending

Only she knows the sullenness of love

She has extremely felt me in her breathe

No one comes nearby me, except you

When I struggle in a dilemma,

Everyone come to share the joy.

Whenever destiny play, a game

Love never shows an outside injury.

But the pain pervades every aperture

I am always a follower of her preachings

The songs of her own naked body and mind

As a sacrifice for me and for others too,

She will live long forever and ever.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI