I love like the word who hides the letters,
Breathing a fire which never burns,
But cries !!
The letters never say those three words,
Magical they feel but devils they are ,
Like those leeches who hide in water .
My poetry will not speak of your eyes,
But would act foolishly to bring your smile,
And then the verses will die away with me.
I will try my best to hide a love,
Under the wings of poetry;
The phoenix will break down at your feet.
Throw her away, make her die again,
And she will write poetry for you in pain !!