My body and my mind are
in depression because
You are not with me.
How much I love you
and want you in my house!
When I hear people describe
me as your bride I look sideways ashamed,
because I know that far inside
us we have never met.
Then what is this love of mine?
I don’t really care about food,
I don’t really care about sleep,
I am restless indoors and outdoors.
The bride wants her lover as much
as a thirsty man wants water.
And how will I find someone
who will take a message
to the Guest from me?
How restless Kabir is all the time!
How much he wants to see the Guest!
- Missing You Poem
Poem by Kabir
ROMANTIC
