If I had not uttered those loving words to her.

What would have become of me?

Neither, I feel anything for anyone else.

Nor, I can lift my face to look in mirror anymore.

It is not in my destiny to see my beloved.

Even if I have 100’s of life, still I would have only long for her.

What kind of madness or love is this meet?

O friend, only a lover can explain the intoxication of love.

You can call it my madness or whatever you want?

Let my love be her fame, my life be her mat and my prayer be her wisdom. 

~ Meet