She may be golden hen and proving mint
It is to be understood and not to be meant
I may not tear off the cloths
Not to bring shame hence forth
May not shout also her by name
I may not care where from its name came
Laila, laila name I murmured
On dry lips little water poured
Eyes searched in all the direction
Nature too didn’t respond with any action
I was single but might have moved with many
Put up great show without having enough money or penny
Was it simple cover up or bargain?
Was it pure love or ground to gain?
*Laila’s name may be remembered for decades
*Majnu’s name may not vanish or fade
Love may find its way in eternal roots
One has to search and walk alone on foot
I may call her my love or honey
Some one may think it is for money
How should I get along and move?
Honesty and desire how to prove?
I was never a good swimmer
But knew well how to reach the shore
Had strong will power to sail through
Faced many hurdles and amidst crisis grew
Love may be called legendry tale
It may make living life like hell
Tidal waves may raise the sea level
Hurdles to cross and smooth the travel
*Majnu had sincere desire to marry
Sacrifice to make and words to carry
Nothing could go well with their story
Their names could be taken only with glory
We have rich heritage to look after
It is not to be joked or taken with laughter
Many might have got what they had wanted
Others were tortured, humiliated and haunted
I humbly sought the purest of pure
Prayed sincerely for it but was never sure
I was suffering from feeling which had no cure
Neither I had any answer not she was feeling secured
Sea remained calm with blue water
Seemed it had no plan to alter
Allowed the movement with free passage
Love is to be sacrifice with clear message
I may not find place as *Majnu did
He openly expressed and did not hide
I have courage to drive and make clean sweep
Not to make relation sour but always sweet
*Laila…female’s name……Majnu…….lover