But you never love
As my love should love me.
yougot yourcolourful wings
and youfly
but I am never invited
left asa flower without butterfly
You are the wish
You are the desire
Every one loves to fill with
But my heart pangs in despair.
Even if Iclose my eyes and shut my mind
My heart knows you comein as a rain
In the hearts of people but mine I find
In the desert under unbearable wreathing pain.
Never out of the rimOf egoistic nationalismOf race, religion and nationThe dehumanizing ghostPossesses you like a feverOverwhelms you yet remains unseenAny claim of breaking the boundariesCan be anything, but dishonest and fake.
Yet everyday buds bloom into flowerBut more valuable than a golden chain it becomesIf it gets a place in a garland
Tying them tight in handkerchief with the golden threadCould you remember my fate?Being a bit forgetful I faintly rememberI put them here somewhereIn the long and holy pocket of a white cloudIn the squire box of honest lightIn between the layers of suspended wavesAfter searching longAt last I find them outAnd they are all now…
Yet they will not listen to meOr will they read my poemsYet they pose here, as if, they the staunch lover of truthIn reality they are not, they all bluffThe reason is that when I start to say them the truthThey either run away accusing me that I am telling liesOr resort to ugly debateOr…
It does not listen to me as a child does not to its motherI talked to myself a bit yet I could not make it workI thought I got to get it repairedSo I visited to a doctor who is expert in loveWhat he told me all is nothing but absurdI returned with a broken…
into pieces many a timelike glassesdropped on the floorbut it is not so seriousthe worst thing isi could not reveal easily;like the valuablespieces of gems and diamondsi put them on the shelvesin the curve of the cornerof my coral like heart;now they look likean ant hill or a hivewith an opening of a volcanothe trigger…
