What a torturous martyrdom.... Maruf Shaikh

 

             I tear the red petals of the rose one by one ....
              But you do not come. Why!
               How could I hide me?
       When I go to carry oxygen,
   Feelings jump and chase the breath with force.
    
            How long can I be calm and so on?
       I tore the red petals of the rose one by one.
    Urgently, I need you for this heart.
                Sometimes I think ..

       Oops! If I can not control myself,
           I hope to throw away the whole flower,
      I do not shy away from this idle expectation.

           And,
           If your hand goes to the floor like a torn red rose petal,
           I could have fallen!
    I tear the red petals of the rose one by one ....

           Your gaze fluctuates repeatedly.
                 Shaped like a blue butterfly.
                  How could I hide me?
     Urgently, I need you for this heart.

           Oh my God!
        Love! What a torturous martyrdom,
       It just jumps and chases the mind with force !!
           ....

 2021.08.23