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I am mad with Love

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.



 

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  • December 23, 2008
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    Great

    From guest Kathrine (contact)
    i love this poem and i agree with it all


  • Ahkam Moderators member
    December 3, 2008

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    Sweet

    this is a very sweet love song. I believe its origina version is in Hindi/Urdu. It is a sort of Bhajan, a song for God. Shyam was the god and beloved of Mirabai.
    one such Bhajan is,
    Rang day Chunerya,
    Sham pya mori Rang day chunerya


  • December 3, 2008
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    hello

    From guest angelina (contact)
    am i in love with jamie morgan


  • Faazlyn
    September 3, 2008
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    Very Good

    I totally agree with Kaleigh as I also love that verse.

  • -Kayleigh-
    June 13, 2007

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    Really Good.

    Hey this was a really good poem. I especially loved the part where you said "Only the wounded understand the agonies of the wounded"...that was really good. I understand you completely. This was great. ♥