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)