Don’t be irritated like this, my queen,
My life will be threatened,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this...
My life will be threatened,
How would I then be treating this distance,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this, my queen...
If you would not be holding my hand,
Then this restless heart would not be treated,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this...
If these slivers had not been on your cheeks,
These blackish snakes had not slept among flowers,
This dark night caused by them would not hug the day,
Then this bud of love would not have blossomed,
Oh don’t be irritated like this...
Now smile and say that you’re not angry,
Come swing in my eyes & fit in my heart,
Come even closer and take your place on my eyelids,
We are one soul & two bodies, we are no different,
Oh, don’t be irritated like this, my queen,
My life will be threatened,
My life will be threatened,
If I had no cover, how could I come close,
My HP Poem #664
©Atul Kaushal