Insatiable Sohail
Anguished Urge
O my darling love !
Be like me.
Why don’t you speak ?
Be like brook in my heart
That babbles cheerlessly on.
O my darling love!
Be like me.
Talk to me
Be the crystal water
In my dead civilization.
O my dear infinite !
Why don’t you speak ?
Be my celestial source of inspiration
Not like the Cuckoo of Spring
Harbinger of a particular time.
O my dear infinite !
Why don’t you speak ?
Can’t utter anything
Without your ecstatic chirping
Full possession within me.
O my eternal sweet-heart !
Come to me
Kindle my garden of art
Warm me with your aesthetic love
And make me alive .
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