The Careless Lover
By Fiza Pathan
I’m frustrated with my love for you, like the love bird singing alone its ballad in the cage.
You don’t care about how I have sacrificed myself, at the altar of adoration.
All you care about is the drizzle in the East, which drenches my life to waste.
Why did you possess me like the demon in exorcism does; to spit, wail and tear at my own hair?
I cut my bones into white shavings, so that you can perceive my aching longing for your amorous grace.
I drain my body of blood so red, and drench my cries with the bile from my liver.
Ever since we have met, the eagle has abandoned its station and it has been feeding on my liver.
Oh sinful love so blind to the earth’s graces-hush now, be still as my blood reeks with stench so disgusting.
But you don’t care about me dearest,
You don’t care about the love we once gave our hearts and blood for.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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Renard Moreau says
[ Smiles ] For the record, this is a beautiful poem.
Thank you Sir. Your appreciation means a lot to me.:)