This dark love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon warns of a passionate love destined for heartbreak and pain.
Hey, love of my heart,
I shall soon win your hate.
Why consume this drink, sweet,
Such bitter you shall later hate?
Why drink my obsessed wine,
Soul is mad, possessed, mine?
Why lend me your ear whole night?
Why befriend me after every fight?
Why cherish my every word?
Why dream in my world?
Have you thought
Of that solitary day
When close to you
I shall not stay?
Have you thought
Of that hour,
Not a word of mine
You shall hear?
Have you thought
Of that moment
When my memories
Shall torment?
Hey, my unwise Rose!
Why dig your grave?
Why be foolishly brave?
I am a madman let loose,
Unlimited, my craze dose.
Be not deceived by my charm,
Cause not your soul much harm.
My love, you cannot reason,
Others may even call it treason.
Let me wash my hands clean,
Hold me not guilty for your pain.
Love is abundant with pain,
Tears for the lovers like rain.
Cure your own soul way before:
The day I part is not much afar.
And then, when I am no more,
You will recall my love-lore.
July 31 2010. Edit March 2024