What day and night, I know
Pinning for you, my ages go
Well adored grace and loveliness, this wretched face has lost
In return, it is gifted with drab of exhaust
My fond raiment these wasteful tears drench
Yet the scorched heart’s thirst dosen’t quench
Walks on nails, bathed in blood, my delicate feet
To soothe these butchered soles, the heartless beloved pays no heed
Tormenting penances upon this blistering soul, gladly I bear
Drops of agony like river engulfing I wait, here I am your darling seer
My tear drops no water, but fire
Ignites the passionate heart, it blazes like the pyre
Time has now turned my pain to pleasure
My soul whirls in its ecstatic rhythm, knowing no measure
Pooja Mondal has completed her bachelors in journalism and mass communications from Shri Shikshayaten college, Kolkata in the year 2020. She currently learns Odissi classical dance and occasionally writes poems. She was highly inspired by Sufi style of verses and their concept of divine beloved. She tries to incorporate the same in her poetry as well.