O, DEAR MINE
B. Indira Kumari
When I look at you, O my dear pen
Something most painfully stings mine heart
Then a flood of tears gushes into my eyes anon
For, of you to make use, I have be some unfit
How readily you did with me co-operate
Whenever my thoughts their free expression sought!
How like bosom friends we always lived together!
How unceasingly flowed on our intimacy so dear!
Your presence once so sweet now I feel unbearable
For, my thoughts, to reach you are found incapable
At the thought of past sweet things grows so heavy mine heart
That I feel like running away but I can not
Away from your sight I can keep myself
But can mine heart part with your Dear self?
So, only one thing of you I request Dear Mine
That is, if I were to be born with sweet thoughts again and again
You be my everlasting dear companion
And let us mingle in the end as one in sweet union.