The weeping that does not make sound <br />Surely it is mine. <br />The scraps of memory that cannot be wiped <br />Surely it is yours. <br />The letters that were written with drops of tears <br />I am the author of these. <br />The dark stains that settle on my heart <br />You are the author of these. <br />The tear that trickles from secluded eyes <br />I am the owner of it. <br />The callous heart that deceives me <br />You are the owner of it. <br />Due to lunacy of love I was blind <br />But consciously you were unkind. <br />The yearning of a heart is to get itself lost into others <br />And my desire was to get your kind favours <br />I wept so much in love that I can not endure <br />But I take pride that my love was pure. <br />A ruthless beloved or a dreadful betrayer <br />What ever you are- I little care. <br />In this dreary world I am the hopeless begger <br />Who does not get alms even after frequent prayer?<br /><br />shakil ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-471/
