O question!.. Maruf Shaikh

 

   

    You come and ask.
    All your amazing eyes see her.

    Why are people so crazy about women?
    And if so, are people really crazy about women?
    Just like a thinker!

    Beauty is a woman of love,
    And love is a wonderful impossible resource for women.

    When a woman cooks with her hands.
    The smell of a seasonal chef starts in the kitchen.

    And when she sits at the dressing table.
    Then begins the scent of stronger love.

    People get lost.
      This is not a drug, it is not.
      Women do not have the medicine for that madman.

    At the end of the fight, a little hand to convince her.
    It digests her anger.

    What is more difficult than this?
    Say how you feel?
    Oh thirsty trust!

    The mirror also tells me,
    Promise to touch her!

    Promise not to tear the flower.
    You love her,

    Like crazy, like a tornado.
    Like rain, standing behind a tree is like a sudden deer.
    Like a lonely waterfall, like a hard, hard mountain.

    Women, the complexity of this or that other man's mind.
    Princess of simplicity.
    .....
Poetry: Princess of simplicity
Dark-minded thinker poet: Maruf Shaikh
27.07.21