Complaint
By: Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
As my spirit
Seems lifeless
Wound cureless
Soul aidless
Beloved feelingless
Then
Who would redress
My Heart's Heaviness
Letter's goriness
Why Should I complain
My such illness
To Goddess
Merciless
~
Sharafat
Note:
In the thirsty night, I dare to draft some words into sentences. My letters don't know their addressee. But unless someone reads it, my pen won't draw purposeless lines ever.
I never make hearts deliberately sad. I am a person on rent, to endure the grueling delicacy of Love.
Though I complain, but my complaint never reaches the addressee. Even if it does so, it reaches not her heart.
So, anyone solace my heart, it won't understand all these comforting statements, it is habitual of distress.
~
Complaint
By: Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
Night of January, I wish to Die. (Friday January 12 2018)
In the thirsty night, I dare to draft some words into sentences. My letters don't know their addressee. But unless someone reads it, my pen won't draw purposeless lines ever.
I never make hearts deliberately sad. I am a person on rent, to endure the grueling delicacy of Love.
Though I complain, but my complaint never reaches the addressee. Even if it does so, it reaches not her heart.
So, anyone solace my heart, it won't understand all these comforting statements, it is habitual of distress.
~
Complaint
By: Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
Night of January, I wish to Die. (Friday January 12 2018)