A Sore Denial
Ashim Kumar Paul
Ask your heart
where my love is
Your heart
seized: my heart replies.
Feel my love
captivated by your heart
Nurture it,
never let it come apart.
Ask my being
what wants my soul
Replies: Win
your love sole.
Too precious to be
lost from me
Your love to
enter our World is only the key.
Read my tears.
Count its beads
Having been
planted in your heart my love-seeds.
With my love-dew
I wanna wet you
To dispel your
anger
To feel my love
and care.
But all my
efforts went in vain
Since you never
felt my pain.
