You are like a

Dumb sense for me

That every day and every moment

It is going to become

Deeper and deeper than past

I don’t know!

I must celebrate its

Or that sit down

Weeping and crying

Like spring’s clouds

?Is this love

Or imagination

I don’t know

Everything that is

It is going to be finished

Expensive for me

To price of my administering

Perhaps

As I’m virgin

It has seen

Very hard and difficult

Surly you understand

What I’m saying

As to this sense

Has come once near you

And if

It become repeat for you

You don’t pay attention its

Just as now

What ever I become more eager to you

Instead of you are doing numeric lines your writing

Lower and lower till frontier of chat

Same low and transient speech

Only difference between me and you

Is this that

You like to come near

And I love durability

.

.

.

If a day stand your front

I will seem like a born dumb



Shabnam