who knows what type of people they were whose love received love

who knows what type of people they were whose love received love
whenever I asked for flower buds I got garlands of thorns

every companion parted from me after travelling just a few minutes with me
who has the time to hold the hand of some one who is crazy in love

I found even my shadow uninterested in me
whenever I asked for flower buds I got garlands of thorns

If this is called living then I will live it this way
I will not sigh, I will sew my lips, I will drink my tears

why be scared of sorrow, I have received sorrow thousands of times