Love me like an ordinary being,
Not assuming or associating,
Love me, if you want, but if you do,
Love me without intensity of blue.
Not in the abyss of love for oceans,
Or velvet zephyrs of windy fusion,
Nor place me on portals of illusion,
Nor kiss me with books quotations.
Don’t compare me with full moon,
Or stars that shine too soon,
Or fragrant flowers that bloom,
No romantic gestures of buffoon.
Be not a poet of fluent words,
Don’t make up with sapphires,
Or shower me with diamonds,
Just wrap me with caring choirs.
JYOTIRMAYA THAKUR, 1956, India – UK