Poems by Til Kumari Sharma

Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού

No need for a boyfriend, husband/ lover:

I am an independent wing.
I am not weak.
I am free artist.
I don’t want to be a wife, girlfriend and lover of anybody.
There is domination.
I want to be an artist of the universe to lead ethically.
I am the feather of my imagination.
The highest wing that nobody can touch me.
I am free light to lead the world ethically.
I am the shining candle to light the darkness of emotions.
I make everybody strong.
I am a shining eye to view the world in my control.
I cannot be controlled by others.
My rule is giving light to everybody to lead this universe.
The universe is in my palm.
It is small in my hand to handle.

Word as My Lover:

Art is my gain of life.
It is my handsome mate.
Consoles in the wound,
Medicine in my pain.
It rubs tears.
Sharing the struggle of wound
The past is forgotten by words.
Really words are my intimate friends.
The bosom mate consoles my heart.

Losing True Love:

One loves twice.
Love is lost.
The ache is always.
No money consoles heart.
No facilities console ache.
How to heal is by the art of original creative energy.
Love is dismissed.
No relatives consult me.
No goodness they show us.
Struggle is alone.
This blessed me to be upward in the universe.
Nothing is known to me around.
I just do writing and love it.