There is a great lack of love in this chaotic life
Poem does not live without love, poetry dies
Without love, the poet becomes jobless, like a wingless butterfly
Like a fading firework- it spreads pollution.
I don’t want you; just wish to see you
Just looking at you with tireless eyes, like rejuvenation wine
No expectations, no claim- be in front of my eyes
Love is like a poem- whimsical like a poet.
I know, I can’t get you, you are out of my reach
To look at the moon, just enjoying moonlight as an owl
Nor am I worthy of yours, light-year differences
You are a puzzle, without a solution,
Like the mirage in Aleya…..
