Her memories

At evening, many young guys talk to their girlfriends by phone,
For recreation when i go to the park::

They talk slowly and silently to their loving mate,
in their eyes i see  mash's  spark::

I used to talk to a girl but any other guy seized her from me::::

My mind starts to think about her , when on roads a couple, i see::::

I often see the shining moon through the windows of my bedroom::::

When i gaze at moon, i feel that her face and body start to bloom::::

Gradually, in the sky the moon disappears::::
I observe in place of moon, only her face appears::::

Nowadays, i always shut windows up so that i couldn't see the moon::::

Seeing moon, i feel pangs of separation so, i become sad, soon::::

They are very fortunate on the earth who get their mash::::

After her departure,the happiness of my life became ash::::

When i pass through any shrine, any mosque and any church::::

I pray where she is, may she get all and she always be in mirth::::

I'm a Hindu but i implore to Gods of all religion because love has no caste,no creed & no sect::::

My mates suggest me to distrain her from that guy, i say"love is not only seeking ,love is the name of giving", it is fact::::