Poetry at Sangam

Tales of your good deeds Ae sajan,
every day they make me cry

On my head sits the despair of separation
the burden falls heavily
my eyes look afar for you as a relief

Inside you have split me half
your memories Ae sajan,
your pride has killed me

Ae parmatma do keep the promise
the promise that you gave
only then offer life to this body

The folks from Bambhore city
make a lakh thousand piercing words
come out from other’s mouths
saddening me deeply

The messenger from Ketch says
you sit here remembering sajan,
Sachu says sajan sits there remembering you