To love is also to earn regrets:

To love is also to forget oneself

In love, no matter how

Filled with dreams the heart is

Clumsy becomes the lover.

For the dreamers

The food is not the love

It is fire and flames!

We both were dreamers.

But seasons passed by

Caressing her downy hairs,

Plunging into her de. . .ep eyes,

Parking over naked bodies,

and weaving dreams we went on...

Adulating sweat and love

And one day we woke up from our adulation:

thus there was the death of fondness,

And when there is only love; one finds too many faults.

We asked the dreams we had promised:

Neither I had yours

Nor had you mine

dream needs donkeywork

if not

It is regrets all we earn!

By Parbat Lawati

From: Nepal

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