My Love

I asked the moon if there was anyone as pretty as my love?
The moon vowed there was not.

I searched everywhere for the one like you
But this world has not.

I searched your beauty in the bud
I searched your beauty in the flowers
but any of them has none.

I asked the garden if there was anyone as beautiful as my love?
The garden vowed there was not.

Your style has that overflow of joy
Your hair has the story of night

Your lip is the mirror of lotus.
your eye is the queen of addiction

Are you the poem of Meer or a Gazal of Ghalib?
My love, your beauty might steal even the godliness from God.
I asked the poets if there was anyone as pretty as my love?
The poets vowed there was not... no... no... never...


Ganesh Karki