Though with the sacrifice,
I may be called wise,
but my days will be dark nights.

Clear may look flow of stream,
in the shadow of love- past,
life remain floating like a dream,
in spring or autumn, slow or fast.

The rituals of love were in my share,
I adjusted to care,
and accepted as love’s load,
unaware of goal, still moved to road.

My injured heart whisper behind,
lovelight lets nothing to hide.
‘for Go’ made my soul- divine,
love cannot die and will be mine.

Time alone will show,
It will come to me for not to go.