Every Love
When it arrives on your doorstep, the first thing every love
asks is: can you jump from the window for me? Can you stab
your heart for me? Every love asks this: can you fly with me,
with only the stumps of your arms?
When love arrives on your doorstep, it will not leave soon.
It has to go to some mountain or valley. To an ocean or river.
It comes to your house out of the blue, and wants to know if
you will come along to drown with it or not.
Every love gives you enough time to die for it.
Comments (7)
Zoya Khan
So true, Great meaningful poem and is heart touching
HET
WOW! WHAT A POEM
shailaja.r
it’s wonderfull
Aman
nice poem bhut aacha hai
Mary
Nice poem. It would be better if the original one is also displayed along with the translated poem. -Mary
The original poem is displayed on our website. Why not try clicking on ‘original poem’?
job
a really amazing poem. very good
Pradeep tiu
Mam your poem is very-very sweets
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