A Letter To My Dear Friend Poem by Moahammad Maleki

There was not any ceremony
No, neither hapiness
Nor pleasure in chest
Why you slit it apart hey bony?
With knife of cruelty
Honed to razor sharpness
With such an atrocity out of revenge

Your taste, like sweet honey
Accumulated on the branch of eternal love
Buzzing bees its guardians of fidelity
Against conspirators of sedition
Like bastion of some besieged soldiers against armies of injustice

Your eyes,
Yes, those sentinels of inherent inherited beauty
Are excreting venomous sap
Staring at your eyes
Got stong by your bait lied

Gripped into your victim-sucking apparatus
Gropping a way out of tribulation
Out of tumult
Out of commotion
All in vain

Striving to refrain from ruin
Toiling to rehabilitate innermost havoc
Resorting to my dead as door lock logic
Hard drudgery
All in vain

Got impailed ferociously
Fell in love deprived of reciprocation
Fraought with turmoil
Its souvenir nothing but pain and utter woe
Sheer melancholy

In consummate solitude
Put your hand of perennial warm
In my hand of frozen disappointment
Melt it, speck by speck
While it shall float into your hand of beneficial serenity

Tie an invincible tie
Bereft of dread
Of annihilation in tempest storm of misunderstanding
And let my hand feel your presence within my conscience
In an adorable manner

Let my head be drowned in your gnarled hairs of ethereal magic
Fell into profound and placid slumber
While strolling on heaven of mirthfull mood
Let my eyes be woven into yours
Walking and swinging so gay on streets of oblivion

As if I promise an imperishable betrothal pledge
My dear friend,
Let me be your loyal comrade
While I shall live in your shelter of security for ever.

Your best friend mohammad.
Sincerely.
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