The universe, to encompass your expanse, would struggle
Only in my heart is where you can snuggle
The stigma of polytheism, your isolation never shall beget,
In mustering the courage to show your face, mirror shall fret
I am that facade, without whose eternal sleep,
To follow, in my footsteps none shall leap
It’s not your chore emissary go your way,
Who else but the heart, my beloved’s message convey.
Tears no longer can extinguish the fire of love roused
This fire is not the one that water could have dowsed
Oh God, this inexplicable charm keeps my mouth agape
Though a great many tried to run, none managed to escape
A Grievance
Although fostering a grievance Come over simply to impair my heart Retrace your footsteps, once again To forsake me and depart. Let the illusion of my pride of love remain somewhat intact You may well bend over backward on occasion To mollify me, as a matter of fact Even though our relations are Nowhere close to days of yore Yet, turn up for the sake of tradition and Ways of the world to fulfill a chore To whom all am I obliged to Disclose the reason for the estrangement Conceding that you are irked with me Show up for the world at large For ages, I have felt deprived of The gratification of expressing grief My beloved show up to make me cry So that I could find relief This confounded heart, yet has Expectations from you to cope Do come back to extinguish These last candles of hope